Stelian felt cold at the look she gave him while slowly walking backward until her back hit the wall. She grabbed her shoulder as she stared at him with fear in her eyes, her little body quivering, and she even tried to appear smaller by slouching her back.
Stelian shut his eyes. He had to leave the room. There was no way he would be able to help her clean up. He had to leave now; he could tell that the longer he stayed, the harder it would be. He had never reacted this way to anyone's blood before, not even when he had been locked up in that dark shack for a week.
He mumbled some words, but it was hard to form coherent sentences when all he could think about was her blood. He could almost taste it. It was like he knew just how good it would be. What was this blood thirst?
