[ He lifts his head off the pillow, peering in the direction of the voice. The curtains block his line of sight but he can...
He can smell him.
There's a painful little twinge of hunger. Desire. The same pull he'd felt when he'd bitten Billy that first time, starving and desperate. He huffs a breath and sinks back against the pillows, bringing his wrist to his mouth to try to both sait his hunger and stem the blood flow. ]
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[ He lifts his head off the pillow, peering in the direction of the voice. The curtains block his line of sight but he can...
He can smell him.
There's a painful little twinge of hunger. Desire. The same pull he'd felt when he'd bitten Billy that first time, starving and desperate. He huffs a breath and sinks back against the pillows, bringing his wrist to his mouth to try to both sait his hunger and stem the blood flow. ]