Dante

i hear you gasp slightly, and you are looking at your hand. blood trickling down your wrist. i immediately look away, my hunger growing intensely, threatening to take over me. i approach you, but I'm making sure im still in control, grabbing your wrist and placing it under the cool tap, but keeping my eyes contacted with you instead of your blood. i haven't drank for hours.... I told you I'd do these... i sigh, looking down at you