She was starving. Had been starving for days now. She'd had problems before (like when she'd suddenly become damn near deathly allergic to sunlight several years ago), and other weird little bits of health problems, but nothing like this before.
And food? Didn't taste right anymore. She could barely swallow it, and when she did, she ended up puking it right back up. It was as though it wasn't meant for her any more.
And then had come the fangs and it had become increasingly obvious what had happened to her. And now she was starving.
She'd managed to catch rats, or a few stray cats and dogs, and those had done something to blunt the hunger for a time, but it always returned. She needed more. She needed... human... blood.
She wouldn't. She couldn't. Could she?
What about that guy? Walking there? She pressed herself against the wall of the alley, out of sight. Look at him. Surely... no one would miss him? Or... or she would stop herself, before she went to far. She would...
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