CLARA'S POV
With a dark gleam, he lifted Bigsby's body a foot off the ground, latched his fangs into the doctor's neck, and began to drink with sharp pulls. His eyes darkened to black, then swirled to red.
"No," I cried as I started to move forward, only to have the returning Kurgan grab me by the hair and tug me back. I struggled as Bigsby's color turned from a healthy flush to pasty white. Until his blood was drained. His eyes remained shut until Logan gave an unconcerned shrug and dropped him to the ground. Logan shot his tongue out to lick the red liquid off his stained lips.
He took a step toward me. "You tasted better." I was scared to stupor. "Taki where are you?" I called in my head.
