The tub is filled with water. To the brim with bubbles. She sits, she soaks, she bleeds. The water is clear till it isn't. Red like rum, he drinks from her neck. She's barely awake.
The tub is filled with water. The bubbles, sparkle in the light. He drinks from her wrist. Her neck, pours reds, his fangs linger. The taste is sweet. Sweet like the sweetest berries ever plucked.
The tub is filled with water. Her pulse is weak. She lays still, for he is fine and so is she. Sea of red in a small ocean remains.