Lyris gritted his teeth once again and wandered to the center of his cell. He could still smell the scent of blood wafting to his room from Blair's arm.
"Glorious...delicious...blood," he muttered and laid down on the soft floor of the room. This wasn't fair. He wanted to rip, tear and slice the pleasing flesh and let the sticky sweet red liquid to flow into his greedy mouth. His eyes widened as he fantasized about killing and he started to rip chunks of the soft material his floor was made out of using his teeth. He hallucinated biting into a female throat and continued to sink his fangs into the cushion with a blank look in his eyes like a shark in a feeding frenzy.
His gaze snapped to the girl that had appeared, as well as the doctor's face in the window. "What are you doing here?" he snapped.