Just one bite.

I look at Felicia. She is desiring a bite. I move her hair to the side and look at her long, slender neck. Her pulsing veins attract me. I ready my fangs and bite deep into her neck.

Felicia groans as the two sharp teeth dig into her neck. The blood flow makes her ecstatic and desire more. My mouth dances on her skin as I drain her throat. The feast makes me stronger, but I must resist my urges; she is my sister after all.

I finish feeding from her neck. Her skin is slightly pale. She wobbles back and smiles at me.

“Another few seconds and I would be toast. How about we go into the main room and scout a stout?” Felicia offers. Not sure why she called a prey a stout, very odd.

I nod my head. Felicia gets a tissue and wipes my mouth. The girls finish as well. They are still desiring blood and flesh.

“Revive Annie. If you’re all still thirsty, perhaps a hunt tonight will suffice?” Felicia asks.