TW: VAMPIRE ATTACK
Quick! Before the shriek alerted the others! Aziraphale plunged his fangs into the man's neck and was rewarded by the warm taste of blood. How incredibly satisfying, he thought. He'd become far too complacent these past couple of centuries, remaining safe in his lair while lackeys brought him prey upon whom he would feast. He hadn't felt this enlivened in a very long while... the thrill of the hunt... the danger of being caught... the struggle of his prey beneath him.
Oh, but how this human struggled. Aziraphale was much stronger, however, and kept him pinned down as best he could as he quickly drank.