[ the first sensation he knows is hunger. the second, pain.
it builds and throbs in him. it burns. it melds and molds, that hunger and that pain, into one excruciating and impossible scream that wracks and ruins him. all he knows is agony from every cell in his ravaged body, and the blood trickling over his tongue, down his throat, and inching through his sandpaper veins.
he knows slowly, his heart struggling to beat, his throat beginning to swallow, that this elixir is the only thing he craves.
the only relief.
the blackness of his branching veins start to fade. his pulse stutters to life. the beast in him awakens first, beckoned by that starvation; his hand lifts to hold that wrist to his mouth the moment he can, to hold it close.
his fangs drop. desperate and insatiable, he bites. ]
sorry sis
it builds and throbs in him. it burns. it melds and molds, that hunger and that pain, into one excruciating and impossible scream that wracks and ruins him. all he knows is agony from every cell in his ravaged body, and the blood trickling over his tongue, down his throat, and inching through his sandpaper veins.
he knows slowly, his heart struggling to beat, his throat beginning to swallow, that this elixir is the only thing he craves.
the only relief.
the blackness of his branching veins start to fade. his pulse stutters to life. the beast in him awakens first, beckoned by that starvation; his hand lifts to hold that wrist to his mouth the moment he can, to hold it close.
his fangs drop. desperate and insatiable, he bites. ]