Steve yelled (although with the gag in his mouth, it just sounded like muffled noises) as Jason approached him. He tried to get out of the bed, but his hands had been tied to the bed posts. He was trapped. He was trying to ask Jason what he was going to do to him, but with the gag, he couldn't even get one word out.
Jason knelt down next to the bed. He breathed deeply in through his nose and smiled. Steve began to sweat. And he began to sweat more when he saw Jason open his mouth. Oh my god! He's a vampire! he thought.
Then Jason bit into Steve's neck, like he was biting into an apple. Blood poured out of the wound and Jason sucked up every bit of it. He never thought drinking blood would be so ... satisfying. He loved the taste of it, the smell of it. The way it felt trickling down his throat. Steve, all the while, writhed in pain and kept screaming through his gag. And then, he stopped and fell completely quiet and completely still. The wound was no longer bleeding, so Jason figured that he was dead. He licked up the blood that was still on Steve's skin, then stood up and grinned. He no longer felt achy or ill. In fact, he felt good. Really good. He felt like he could take on ten body builders and win.
He sat down in a nearby chair, thinking about what to do about Steve's body. Leaving it in the apartment might raise too many questions, mainly about how he died, and who caused it. Jason didn't need that kind of attention.
He never knew that being a vampire would be so complicated.
