"If you throw up i will stab you." The vampire snapped. He lugged D. Back to their room in a desperate hurry. Once they got there Lucas opened the door and practically carried the buzzed male to his bed.<br/><br/>Finally the vampire could rest. After a pint or two of the blood in his minifridge he'd be raring to sleep- at least until the blood came back up. The vampire made sure his room mate was on the bed before sauntering over to his own with a groan.<br/><br/>He flopped down, ass up. Too tired to care, lucas closed his eyes. His stomach rumbled but he ignored it. Sleep was a priority at the moment. The blood wouldnt stay down anyway. Not the cold stuff.<br/><br/>The vampire let himself slip into a fantasy. Warm blood filling his stomach. Fangs dug into a warm throat. A heartbeat against his chest. Without knowing, the vamp moaned a bit.