Roses are red so is your blood

As I walked down the dimly lit road, the night cast an ethereal glow on the young girl, her skin as pale as a ghost, and her eyes, a captivating shade of green, seemed to hold a mysterious depth. Her almost inhuman appearance, accentuated by the moonlight, gave her an air of enigma. A palpable sadness adorned her face, and as she passed me, I couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of hunger, a thinness that spoke volumes. Attempting to conceal myself, I felt her gaze fixate on me, her expression shifting from melancholy to desperation. Clutching her stomach, she broke into a sprint, the struggle evident in her attempt to control the insatiable hunger that came with being a vampire.

The city, in exchange for her protection, contributed blood to satiate her needs, yet the recent decline in donations left her visibly depleted. It appeared that the reluctance of the populace to contribute forced her into a desperate dilemma. The ethical line she walked, refraining from attacking to feed, showcased a vampire grappling with her own humanity. As she vanished into the night, I pondered the complex interplay between her supernatural existence, the city's arrangement, and the moral quandaries that haunted her nocturnal world. Anticipation lingered for the next night, wondering what secrets the moonlit streets held for this mysterious creature of the night.

(Need a female to have control but is willing to switch to sub when overpowered