"I... I don't want to drink from innocent people... I want those that are dying anyway", he muttered, hoping Vincent would understand. "Or... some really bad people... like me."

"Don't worry, there has to be some sick humans lying around here somewhere." Vincent replied as he continued walking Rick along. Eventually, they came upon a sickly human and Vincent looked at Rick, making sure he could walk on his own to the human.

Rick's inticts made their magic and he almost jump on the human that he knew would be just suffering since his illnes would make that to him. He could feel that. As he drunk his blood he could feel his body getting better. His fingers sarted to grow as well as his body started to get better, stronger.
"Get me to some bad guys... or suffering people...", he muttered, wanting more.
Sure he got hard but he still wanted his fingers back.

Vincent once again obeyed, taking him straight to where some thugs were hanging out by an abandoned building and he stood by in case Rick needed a hand in handling the men to get his second meal.

And once again Rick feasted on the humans. He took two of them right away and other three were running to the exit from the alley where Vincent was standing. The last one took out his gun and pointed it at Rick, too focused on feeding to realise it.

Vincent had his hand and arm impaled through the gunman in no time, not even giving the man a chance to pull the trigger. It was a protective instinct. He could take a few bullets better than Rick could at the moment, so he was doing the only thing he could think of to protect his creation.

As he sucked out all of the blood from the first guy he started at the second one, ignoring his pitiful cries. He was really excited from drinking all this blood and his pants was really tight because of the raging hard on. Too excited to see that Vincent actually saved his life. Letting out a soft moan he felt tingling inside his hands. Glancig at them he saw that his fingers started to slowly grow back. Being really happy about it he looked for another victim and saw the guy laying at Vincent's feet. Not thinking much he saw was drinking from him as well.

Vincent watched as Rick continued to drink from the victims at his disposal. He noticed how hard Rick had gotten just from the size of the bulge in those tight pants. He wanted to tackle his creation right there, but he didn't make a move. He wanted to make sure that Rick had drank his fill before they did anything and his fingers were back.

As he finished the last guy his fingers were back. Breathing heavily he touched his hand with the other one and smiled softly. How... impressive... Rick was now really, really horny from all the blood he drank. Why...? It was hard to think right now.

Vincent knelt down in front of Rick seeing that Rick had his fingers back at last. "Rick...ready to go back home?" he asked, figuring Rick wouldn't want to satisfy his lust out in the open air.