Gaunt

You see Rachel quite clearly even in the sun light.

“Mira. Is that you? Are you ok?”

You grin. “I’m just fine Rachel. It’s been quiet.”

You examine her as she gets closer. She looks pale and sickly. She fidgets with her cross as if it was causing her discomfort.

“Would you like me to turn up the lights?”

“No, that’s ok.”

She sounds weary. The darkness within her, once so tiny is noticeable now. As you head back to your room you lick your lips. Soon Rachel will be joining you.

You head toward Markus’s room. Now that Vess has restored the darkness inside you, you are eager to share it with him.

You slip inside and find him sleeping on the bed. You pass your hand just above him, feeling the heat he gives off.

You kneel beside the bed and take his wrist. He stirs slightly as you gently penetrate his flesh with your fangs. You give to him part of yourself, a seed to grow. You release him and he moans, no doubt some sexual dream.

You feel weaker from sharing, but far less than you did when you took Rachel.

You reach your tiny, austere room and shut off the lights. The room is truly dark. Not even the tiniest spark of light exists. You aren’t tired, so you simply meditate in the pitch black room, feeling ever stronger and hungrier.