A doll that is a vampire.
It does its best to resist its urges. Its witch's magic and potions help a lot with that, but they can only help so much.
Today is especially hard. It just needs to make it through today, and the urge will pass, it just needs to hunt -
Its witch grabs it.
And she hugs it close.
And she is
Intoxicating.
But it mustn't! It can't... It can't keep relying on her for every time it gets to be this way! It can hunt tonight, it just needs to -
"It's okay, it's okay. Let me help you."
"Please, little doll?"
It's...
It's too much.
It opens its mouth -
And
It
Bites.
And her blood.
She fills its mouth.
Warm.
Vibrant.
Laced with magic.
She floods through it.
And she drags it in her wake.
And it floats along her currents.
...
A vampire doll, asleep in its witch's lap, blood smearing the side of its mouth.
Its witch's wounds are already closing, save for a bit of her blood on her blouse.
A little woozy - but cradling the doll in her arms.
Her doll is worth it.
((Thank you to @ThimbleDoll for inspiring and helping this one write this story, and another story one day to come!))