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No sane person, infected or not would ever allow a vampire to bite let alone drain them of their blood. Even the frenzy struck Fin knew that, the feline for the moment been could only smell the cloying scent of the blood, they did as they were told seeing that something was very odd, Leona's eyes went from a greyish green to a almost sunset orange red, but that was something that shouldn't be capable, or was her blood cursed? There was no telling that what Fin was getting themselves into without been the lab rat in order to find out themselves.
Once more the merchant fought against the desire, but the wound was left at the open. They were still very hungry. Unable to hold off the urge for much longer, the vampire sank their fangs into the open wound, lapping any blood they could while once more inwardly they were screaming.
There was something very wrong with Leona's blood, very wrong. How can someone alive taste so unliving? It had the taste of spoiled meat with the mix of overipen fruit. A nasty mix, gag worthy to be exact but beggars couldn't be choosers could they? Taking as much as there stomach could handle without gagging, the vampire took a step back forcing themselves to remain somewhat stable.
At least that brought some kind of clarity back towards them, but the ever sinking fear of killing a clanmate, even it was in total accident, and they did black out. They wondered on what kind of punishment might occur, perhaps death? Perhaps something even worse. Exile? Or trail?
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No sane person, infected or not would ever allow a vampire to bite let alone drain them of their blood. Even the frenzy struck Fin knew that, the feline for the moment been could only smell the cloying scent of the blood, they did as they were told seeing that something was very odd, Leona's eyes went from a greyish green to a almost sunset orange red, but that was something that shouldn't be capable, or was her blood cursed? There was no telling that what Fin was getting themselves into without been the lab rat in order to find out themselves.
Once more the merchant fought against the desire, but the wound was left at the open. They were still very hungry. Unable to hold off the urge for much longer, the vampire sank their fangs into the open wound, lapping any blood they could while once more inwardly they were screaming.
There was something very wrong with Leona's blood, very wrong. How can someone alive taste so unliving? It had the taste of spoiled meat with the mix of overipen fruit. A nasty mix, gag worthy to be exact but beggars couldn't be choosers could they? Taking as much as there stomach could handle without gagging, the vampire took a step back forcing themselves to remain somewhat stable.
At least that brought some kind of clarity back towards them, but the ever sinking fear of killing a clanmate, even it was in total accident, and they did black out. They wondered on what kind of punishment might occur, perhaps death? Perhaps something even worse. Exile? Or trail?
© MADI
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