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Never in their wildest dreams would Fin ever think they would resume back to where they were now at.
Two incidents.
Two.
Each of them were resulted of blood.
Blood a thing that made what was kept an animal, a warm blooded creature alive. A blood that kept a parasite in other named a vampire, it had come to clear as if there own nature were keen to embrace an old friend. A friend that only brought destruction and madness within oneself not towards others, the one thing that vampirism brought was unholy urge to feed and keep on feeding on those who one would deem worthy of been bitten or turned.
The feline had already locked themselves into their own home, closing the shutters, leaving the hearth cold. To be consumed in the promising darkness, in darkness perhaps they could hold off the hunger for as long as they could. No once it starts, eventually in their hunger, they will find a way out, and someone innocent soul would be drained of their very lifeblood, leaving nothing more but a husk of their former self.
Had it been two or perhaps four seasons since their last relapse?
Perhaps they would have to leave Sunhaven to spare those who are innocent from the monster that they were. Yes, that was what they would do. Leave, the sooner the lesser chance they might just be spared from been hunted down, and killed.
Heh, even in death wouldn’t come close to what they have been desiring for decades now. Claws marks made apparent in various scratching ways, mainly on the floor, onto any reachable surface it was either that or some indication of holding a blessed piece of silver and finalizing what has to be done.
This hunger was madness. A struggle of self will and determination to remain normal, but normality was something that they were not. It would be more than easier to embrace what they were and come clean that they were indeed a bloodsucking parasite, a leech.
Somehow and somewhere in their attempt, they slipped out of their own home. Stalking in the shadows, they had came across the very scent, just one scent that was all they needed. Perhaps if they were close enough, they could hear the dastard feeling of someone’s heart pumping out of pure fear, blood coursing hot with that flight or fright reflect.
A harmless Npc would have to do, as long they were not a child. They did have morals. It was very easy to tell that Fin had blacked out from hunger, the desire to feed or frenzy. This was indeed a frenzy, and no doubt they might turn vicious from the forced control of their vampiric mutation. They would have to find a blood bag, and quick for a incident like this might be a normal incident.
Nothing could prevent the poor Npc from their sudden fright, perhaps the Npc was weak willed and this sudden right killed them outright, perhaps that would be reasoning for the poor thing to drop right in front of them. That was almost too easy, brushing down their mouth mask, the feline lowered their head sharp canines sinking into the now deceased npc’s neck, purring with morbid delight as the still warm blood gave them the dizzying satisfaction of been feed.
Now was not the time to sneak a upon them.
Never in their wildest dreams would Fin ever think they would resume back to where they were now at.
Two incidents.
Two.
Each of them were resulted of blood.
Blood a thing that made what was kept an animal, a warm blooded creature alive. A blood that kept a parasite in other named a vampire, it had come to clear as if there own nature were keen to embrace an old friend. A friend that only brought destruction and madness within oneself not towards others, the one thing that vampirism brought was unholy urge to feed and keep on feeding on those who one would deem worthy of been bitten or turned.
The feline had already locked themselves into their own home, closing the shutters, leaving the hearth cold. To be consumed in the promising darkness, in darkness perhaps they could hold off the hunger for as long as they could. No once it starts, eventually in their hunger, they will find a way out, and someone innocent soul would be drained of their very lifeblood, leaving nothing more but a husk of their former self.
Had it been two or perhaps four seasons since their last relapse?
Perhaps they would have to leave Sunhaven to spare those who are innocent from the monster that they were. Yes, that was what they would do. Leave, the sooner the lesser chance they might just be spared from been hunted down, and killed.
Heh, even in death wouldn’t come close to what they have been desiring for decades now. Claws marks made apparent in various scratching ways, mainly on the floor, onto any reachable surface it was either that or some indication of holding a blessed piece of silver and finalizing what has to be done.
This hunger was madness. A struggle of self will and determination to remain normal, but normality was something that they were not. It would be more than easier to embrace what they were and come clean that they were indeed a bloodsucking parasite, a leech.
Somehow and somewhere in their attempt, they slipped out of their own home. Stalking in the shadows, they had came across the very scent, just one scent that was all they needed. Perhaps if they were close enough, they could hear the dastard feeling of someone’s heart pumping out of pure fear, blood coursing hot with that flight or fright reflect.
A harmless Npc would have to do, as long they were not a child. They did have morals. It was very easy to tell that Fin had blacked out from hunger, the desire to feed or frenzy. This was indeed a frenzy, and no doubt they might turn vicious from the forced control of their vampiric mutation. They would have to find a blood bag, and quick for a incident like this might be a normal incident.
Nothing could prevent the poor Npc from their sudden fright, perhaps the Npc was weak willed and this sudden right killed them outright, perhaps that would be reasoning for the poor thing to drop right in front of them. That was almost too easy, brushing down their mouth mask, the feline lowered their head sharp canines sinking into the now deceased npc’s neck, purring with morbid delight as the still warm blood gave them the dizzying satisfaction of been feed.
Now was not the time to sneak a upon them.
© MADI
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