Aria gave a pained smile. "I need food... water... everything. You only need blood..." She coughed hard. "To keep me alive... too much."

Lucretia clasped her friend's hand. "I can't, it will hurt-" "No!" Aria hacked again, her sickly, starved body shuddering in its death throes. "Please. Already hurts... want you to... survive..."

A tear ran down Lucretia's face. She brushed Aria's hair away and sank her fangs into her soft neck, tearing flesh, ripping out arteries, drinking in the flowing crimson. She sucked every last drop from the mangled corpse that was once her dear friend.