"Well, I'd offer to buy you a drink of your own, sweetheart, but the snack bar isn't open this late," Enzo smirked, letting the compelled woman stand there for another moment longer.
"I won't be more than a tick."
He moved in close to the woman, making them look more like lovers then strangers. Enzo's eyes shifted from brown to red, before they closed, and his fangs fell into place. Even with the compulsion, he could hear the woman's heart speed up, as his teeth punctured her flesh. In the beginning, Enzo had been an out of control fledgling, abandoned by his Maker, but his time behind bars had taught him some restraint. He fed deeply, until he was sated, but left the woman very much alive.
"Lovely," he said, when he finally pulled away, his lips and tongue glistening with blood.