Baz
We should have completely drained the useless bitch of all her blood. A weak, defenseless woman like her deserved death a million times over.
Should have, but as we held her body in our arms and felt it go limp, something within us prevented us from carrying out the thought. We could feel our minds becoming foggy, and a pain so deep we thought it would never leave us began to grow inside of our chests. We were hit with a sudden, intense pain that had us staggering back and clutching our head in agony.
The female figure fell to the ground with a harsh thud. Her skin had taken on a ghost-like pallor, almost translucent in comparison to the cold, hard floor beneath her. She was still not moving an inch as her lifeless body lay there.
Drea’s voice echoed in our mind. Leave her alive.
Fuck, but her blood tasted so good. It was pure and delicious, coating our tongue with its richness. We managed to feed until our stomachs were filled, experiencing a warm and pleasant tingle that is impossible to express in words. Yet even after this satisfaction, the hunger pangs that followed were intense and immediate; they demanded to be fed. Our craving was raw, almost animalistic in its intensity. Despite being full, we still found ourselves lusting for more.
It was a raw, never satiated hunger.
We’d have to drain a thousand bodies to keep up with our ravenous thirst. Perhaps that was what the ashrai felt all the time, this innate hunger that no amount of food could curb. For them to maintain their high level of mind magick, they had to feed on copious amounts of blood daily.
It suddenly dawned on us that the same powers now lay within our grasp. We had liberated these gifts from the King when we’d slaughtered him with our bare hands. If we had enough blood, perhaps even we could use mind magick.
Oh, and what fun that would be to compel someone to do anything we wanted.
Not just anyone…Rhen
Our chest ached with pressure from our heart. It thundered within the tight cavity at the thought of the girl, sending a rush of emotions through us.
She was an unremarkable creature, nothing special by any means. An ordinary human female with nothing particularly noteworthy about her, yet still our body involuntarily reacted as if in anticipation of something extraordinary when we merely thought of her. As we recalled the memory of her body melding with ours that night, it stirred something within us, poking and prodding at our very cores. We could feel the energy connecting us all together, as if a wild flame had suddenly been given life.
Such a mundane creature would weaken us no longer. She had no power over us any longer, and the guilt no longer shackled us to her.
And yet, despite this newfound freedom, something still bewitched us—the prospect of wrangling her to our every desire. Our eyes lit with a dangerous glimmer at the thought of forcing her to do whatever we wished.
She would be ours, even if we had to burn the world to the ground to get her.