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now for him.

Letting the change come over her, she let her fangs lengthen and her eyes go black. His gaze widened when he saw what she was a moment before she went for his throat.

Her fangs pierced the skin there, and hot, thick blood washed into her mouth. The sticky sweetness of it made her have to fight off the urge to gag. Blood was distasteful for her, but it was her only way to survive. Drinking deeply, she felt the man in her arms weaken. She kept feeding. The demon in her reveled in the blood-letting, and roared out for more. Everything in her cried out for the blood, and it filled her starved cells, nourishing them, empowering them.

She grew stronger quickly, gaining the power she had lost in the last three weeks without blood. And as she grew stronger, her victim died. His heart stuttered, and then failed. His body could no longer support his life without blood, and he went limp in her hands.

Draining the last of the blood from him, she lifted her head and let her fangs recede, her eyes return to their normal color. She looked down at the criminal she had just fed from and closed her eyes. She had taken another life. Regret and shame should have washed through her at what she was, at what she had to do, but there was a curious blank where those emotions should have been.

She felt nothing. Experienced little.

She was a shadow. One of the Everlasting.

A plague.

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