She never knew there was anything that was more ecstatic than this. There was this sudden raw surge of power coursing through her veins as she drank the blood that spilled from the wrist of her victim. The man was limp in her arms, and gazing at his lifeless body she wondered if she even needed to kill him to begin with. She merely only needed a drop of blood to progress into her transformation, but then he would have wiggled in her grasp, or even harmed her while she was drinking and she was not going to let that happen so eventually she decided that his death was for a good cause—for her.
The body was plopped onto the ground like a piece of rubble she’d discarded as she turned to vampire lord with blood trickling down her lips and neck, a sinister smile creeping onto her lips. Cecilion didn’t stop her instead, he watched her, as if he was observing what she was going to do next so the redheaded rogue continued to drink on the blood until she felt a jolt of pain shot up through her mouth and winced in pain.
She spat out something tiny, but hard and bony, covered in blood onto the frozen ground. A tooth. ”What the—“ Her fingers reached for the inside of her mouth and touched the sharp forms that protruded from her gums. It felt like someone was slicing through the flesh around the roots of her teeth.
”Fangs. Your transition is progressing well,” were the words from the vampire. She couldn’t believe it was actually happening—she wasn’t sure if she should be elated or horrified that she was slowly drifting further away and away from being a human—hell, she was already no longer one.