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I’D WATCHED AS THE third guy hobbled off bloodied. Keegan had grabbed one and the other was at Sig and Aella’s feet. Seemed to me he was going to get away again. Couldn’t have that, now could we? I sprinted after him and he gave chase. Hmm, my heart went all aflutter at the prospect of catching him and dragging his scraggly ass back to the cops that were swarming at the coffee shop, but then he turned down this alleyway and it was just the two of us. That was when something in me snapped.
He pulled a knife as I grabbed him, trying to stick me in the ribs. I twisted out of it on instinct, and slammed him against the garbage cans. He went down, slamming his head hard. Blood trickled down from so many places, I couldn’t tell you how many. Hell, he could have been bleeding out for all I knew. It seemed a shame to let all that good salty nectar go to waste. I don’t know what came over me, I was on him like a jungle cat, my fangs ripping into his throat. Well, that certainly woke him up! He began to buck underneath me like a bull and I grabbed him by the shoulders, holding on for the ride. He managed to tear me away, but I slammed him again with my force push and he went down once more.
That was better, he was still as I straddled him again to drink my fill.
“Ryane?”
I was pulled from my brutal assault by Sig’s curious calling of my name.
“Busy,” I mumbled through laps at his slowly bleeding throat. “There’s more to be had yet.”
His hands were on me and pulling me off even as I held on to the guy who was half-dead at this point. “Fuck, let me go!” I stood up, wiping the blood from my chin as Sig just stared at me.
“You going feral on me, girl?”
“Huh? This fucker, he tried to stick me with a knife!”
“We-You can’t just drain them and leave them like this. People can’t just, Ryane...” He bent down, checking the guy’s pulse. “You could have killed him. If you had, you would have broken a serious law in the Vampire and Human community. Murder is murder. Remember that.”
He grabbed my now unconscious victim and threw him over his shoulder.
“I won’t tell Keegan, but you should. This needs addressing, Ryane. It’s serious, your hunger is serious and apparently out of control. I’m worried about you, buttercup. Please.”
I nodded as we made our way back to the EMT’s and police cars. “Yes, Siggy.”