Rick let out a small gasp when he could smell the blood and started to greedily drink it. It was like every gulp pumped more and more strenght into his body. Soon the bag was empty.
"M-more..", he asked, not realising just how hungry he sounded.

Vincent watched as Rick emptied the blood bag with ease and he didn't hesitate to retrieve another for the vampire to drink from it as well. "Drink as much as you'd like...you need it more than I do right now."

"What with my fingers? Would the grow back with enough blood?", asked Rick between the gulps he took from the bag.

"The blood will help them grow back. Right now, you're too weak to grow anything or heal yourself." Vincent explained as he continued to hold the blood bag for Rick.

"Good.. Not having my fingers... it's kind of disturbing idea... Good thing you changed me before that", he said, finishing the second bag. "I probably need to feed on some human right now?"

"Do you feel like hunting tonight? I'm not responsible for what happens after you get drunk on human blood again." Vincent playfully warned.

"Get drunk on it? What do you mean?", he asked, tilting his head as he made sure he sucked out everything he could out from the bag.

Vinent blinked. Rick probably didn't remember much of what happened at the club. That probably was a good thing. He helped Rick stand carefully and walked him out of the apartment. "Don't worry about it. Just try not to draw too much attention."

"Yeah... ok...", he muttered, leaning on Vincent as they walked out of the building. "I want my fingers back.."

"You'll get them back. Fresh blood will help with that, I promise." Vincent replied as he walked Rick to an alley to find a morsel for Rick to drink from.