The cold hoof made its contact with the warm coat of the blue unicorn and she shivered once more as if the wind made its way passed her. The vampiric mare could only pray that she didn't woke up again. Though much to her own luck it didn't happen and the red rims kept gazing down the neck for a vein to bite into. The rims scanned the visible parts down to the last hair but the sweet spot was never to be found. So she did the only thing she could do, which was pulling the blankets down.