Moving in a blur. Blanca chugged down the crimson liquid as fast as she could, praying that she didn't throw it up again. She doesn't hate blood but human blood made her gagged. Then she removed the possibility of her death from her mind. It wasn't helping. Dimitri would be disappointed if she started being a coward. She was a hunter, for fuck sake.
She was neither dead nor screwed up. She didn't even shake or spasm. Not this time. This time, when she drank from the vial, she wanted more. The blood fluid danced across her tongue in a harmony of sentiments she couldn't get enough of. She looked down into the empty vial, amazed that she had drunk it so fast, and threw it away, slowly, the blood in her throat was doing its magic. Giving her fuel enough to fight off the incoming monsters that seemed to appear from nowhere.
