You arrive back in the lobby, your appetite sated despite the nature of your meal. The more blood you consume, the more alive you feel, although you know it's a lie you tell yourself to hold on to your humanity. When it comes down to it, you're long-dead, and your Blood, like your time still walking this Earth, is stolen.
Abagail is waiting at attention beside the entryway, hands clasped together in a matronly fashion. "I trust everything was satisfactory?"
Abagail smiles broadly. "Be sure to tell the Mistress when you see her. The next time you return, I may be able to arrange something more pleasant." She bats her eyes.
Is it you or is she flirting with you? Maybe you'll have to come back soon and find out what she means. Or maybe you'll just avoid the whole thing all together. Mortal entanglements can be a liability.
Your appetite largely sated for the moment, you decide to move on, always aware that there's a Hunger for more that you can never fully extinguish.
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