It was unbearable.
If you've ever felt a thirst, a thirst so strong that it seemed to dull your other senses... then you would be where Akana was at that precise moment.
She had been holding off feeding for as long as she possibly could.
She hated herself.
She was only half a vampire... but half of her was mortal.
Her nose wrinkled slightly at the thought.
Dirty, dirty blood.
She had tried resting, but the night was at it's darkest, and she need only think of the outdoors and found herself there.
Odd, she had never been that fast before.
But then again, she couldn't tell the grass from the trees at that point.
Her eyes, lowered to half-mast, were taking no information to her brain but the thudding of weak hearts.
Was it truly night, or a foggy day? Was it raining, cold, hot?
She couldn't register anything but thirst.
Burning, intense thirst that she could no longer fight off.
But she craved something.... or someone....
What was it?
