¬ Fashire
Humans were so frail.
Just like this one.
My fingers settled against the nape of her neck.
Her pulse hammered beneath my fingertips. Rapid and uneven. The rhythm of it betrayed her outward calm.
She must have been startled, having sensed me before I had even touched her.
It was odd.
Initially she would flinch or cower whenever I suddenly appeared like this. And now…
Was it because she was getting used to my presence?
The blood flowed warm beneath that thin layer of skin, tracing paths I could follow if I chose to.
The craving stirred. It was lazy, having been sated from the morning's feedings. It was easier to manage now that I had consumed enough to dull the edge, keeping the hunger from consuming my rational thought.
But she wasn't making it easy.
I grimaced, following the flow of her blood.
It flowed so easily, and faster than a normal human should.
