When Margaery stirred that morning, she was met with an intense, borderline ravenous hunger. Though not something she was unfamiliar with (there had been many times on her travels that she had nearly starved simply from lack of prey), there was something unsettling in both the strange feeling that accompanied her need for food and the fact that she had eaten well last night. Where food had once been a rare commodity, it was now plentiful and good. She shouldn't be feeling like this, she decided, something was wrong.

A chill ran down her spine but she managed to ignore it, abandoning her room in search of something she could devour quickly and effortlessly so she could go about her day. Paranoid thoughts tugged at the back of her mind but she dismissed them as quickly as they came, refusing to give into her fears, her sneaking suspicions, as to what truly was transpiring. It had been a long time since she felt this familiar burn...

Was she being doomed to the same fate as before?

[color=#b14767]"Don't be silly!" She exclaimed aloud, though there were no denying the notes of worry that laced her tone. She needed to locate something to eat and fast- the sooner that these troubled theories were put to rest the better. 

Before long, she stumbled upon an unlucky songbird and, without even so much as hesitating, killed it. She was panicking at this point, her breathing short and irregular and her eyes wide, she didn't have time to waste over contemplating whether the pretty thing with its soft, dappled feathers deserved a chance at life. No, those feathers were gone now, ripped away as she literally tore into her prey. She had managed but one mouthful when she felt the vile taste rise, forcing her to literally spit out the half-chewed bird and stagger backwards. No.

No.

No.

This was not happening.

This could not be happening.

The only refuge she had been granted when her powers had been stripped away was the welcomed loss of vampirism. She no longer had to fear that part of herself and, though tempted by other forms of darkness, still possessed half the danger she once had. Why did it have to return? She was getting adjusting  too, finding some shreds of happiness amidst the Ascendants and the friends (it felt nice to say that) she was making.

"Always and Forever," her mother's voice rang in her ears, "our family will be bound by our curse forever. I've tried to escape it before, we all have. It's impossible. Margaery, darling, it's our fate."

[color=#b14767]"I refuse... I refuse to live like this again, to be this person again. Please... Please..." She whimpered, not caring who heard her. She needed blood and soon- her aggression and distress would continue to build and build until her thirst was sated, tempting the monster that lurked beneath her skin to make its grand arrival into the Ascendants and take things into its own hands.

But how would she go about getting blood? She couldn't kill someone... she refused. She refused.

[color=#b14767]"Why... Why me...I don't want blood, not really."

"But I need it... don't I?"

The tears came after that and Margaery fell, a sobbing, hungry mess.

(tl;dr margaery's vampirism comes back and she has a very bad time. side note this thread sucks and i didn't proofread so i'm sorry about that)

She did not want their sympathy, their questions, their puzzled stares. She did not want what she perceived in her disillusioned state as their judgement. She just wanted to disappear, to escape the hunger that had all but smothered her. She needed to eat but to eat would mean to kill and she couldn't fall down that path again. She was already struggling for control, this would surely be the catalyst that threw her from her path of her so called self-righteousness. But her only other option was to die and she was all but certain that nobody here would prefer that alternative. Then what? Would could she do to fix this?

Running wasn't the answer but her muscles still tensed and she halfway turned to leave, panic flaring in her chest. Usually such a calm and collected individual, this event had triggered within her another person- one almost tempted to completely cave into the beast that it truly was. She could feel it now, straining underneath her control... control that was wavering, control that could not be held unless she had the strength to.

There was no strength without blood.

Margaery knew that much.

Still in a state of hysteria, the shaking chocolate point looked from clanmate to clanmate, not knowing what to say. She was a monster, that much must have been known, but she was about to be a dead monster if she didn't eat. [color=#b14767]"I need blood," She finally managed, though her voice was distant, a barely inaudible cry for help.

[color=#b14767]"Please... I'm sorry..."

It was their acceptance that calmed Margaery's frazzled nerves, her tears temporarily ceasing in their flow as the realization struck her that they were okay with it- hell, they wanted to help her manage it. Nobody had ever offered her their own blood as Eternalwar had and, struck momentarily by the generosity of the other girl, Marg was forced to weigh her options. She had never been successful in stopping once she began to feed and, unless she was physically fought off, would stay attached to whatever poor soul had been selected as her victim until death claimed them. Eternal was a large cat though and, should she need, she was certain that she had the ability to overpower the chocolate point. Regardless, the idea of placing the blood in a cup was much more comforting.

[color=#b14767]"I-"

Curse Bastillepaw and his reckless decision to simply offer her his blood right then and there, straight from the vein. The scent nearly claimed the rest of her conscious mind, her ability to rationally think fading faster and faster with every passing second. Her typically gray eyes faded into a deep red color and she, unable to keep control, attempted to lunge at him. No. No. No. No. No. This was wrong, she knew that much... but her hunger, her insatiable, blood driven hunger was all that mattered right now. Nothing else. Nothing else. She was small, but she was fast, and, if she had been successful in her initial lunge, would attempt to dig her teeth into his arm.