His prey’s heart betrayed its location, calling to him even as it struggled to get away. His teeth ached and his mouth watered. So close. Blood. Red coppery liquid gushed down his throat, bathing his face and fangs as he reveled in his kill, gulping down the sustenance it provided. The taste of fear lingered in its blood, adding a spice to the meal and making him howl his pleasure to the sky. A deathly pale face loomed out of the darkness, eyes flashing with fury and its face contorting in disgust. Sorin’s blood turned to ice in his veins as a deafening voice boomed around him. “Sorin, what have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” He stared down at the carcass before him, horror closing like a vice around his heart. Gia’s face stared up at him, her eyes empty and lifeless. Her body was a pile of gore, a red ruin that reeked of death as only shredded intestines can. Stale blood burned the back of his throat as he shook his head. “No. No, no, no, no, no, no—” “No, no, no, no, no NO!” Sorin bolted upright in bed, cold sweat lying like frost over his flesh.
