I was young, very young for being as high of a position as Delta. I went to school with Lorenzo, Paul, and Claira when we were kids, we all got along really well. Well Claira and Lorenzo most of all, but we were all good friends. Claira had always been nice to me, she was kind, sweet and understanding. She would always put others before herself, and never had a mean word to say, at least not out loud.
I honestly didn't know why I had this pull toward her but ever since we saved her in the broken down house from those rogues, I felt the need to be with her. To just be near her, like this pull deep down in my gut that told me to protect her, but it wasn't her scent that attract me, it was her presence. Her body...just her, felt different and alluring to me.
*Flash Back*
It was hot, and it smelt like sour milk, I heard her scream as we rammed the door. When we broke in, there she was laying on the bed not moving, her neck covered in her own blood, you could smell it.
