it's strangely quiet, as you stare the man down in the alley, a scrape on his knee glistening with fresh blood, calling to you like a siren. you are holding on by a thread, your eyes glowing red with an animalistic hunger. he smells of fear as he looks at you, sensing something is wrong. your fangs grow and you are beginning to lose the fight, the call for blood like nothing you ever experienced as a human
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