Lottie's face turned white as a sheet, blood quickly — and quite literally — draining from her face.
Now that Silas knew what was going on, he could distinctly hear the suckling sounds emitted as Alistair drained the blood from Lottie's body. In front of Silas's very eyes, Lottie turned paler and thinner, her body shriveling up like a withered plant during drought.
When Alistair was finally done, his head pulled back away from Lottie, tearing away a chunk of flesh along with his abrupt actions. Yet, despite such a huge wound, no blood dripped from the area Alistair had torn off.
There was no blood left in her, after all.
"Is that all?" Alistair lamented depressingly. He clicked his tongue before raising his hands.
His newly grown right hand looked human only in passing. When Silas had a proper look at it, he realized that Alistair no longer had nails but instead, had claws that resembled the talons of a predatory animal.
