Slowly, I took a sip of the liquid in the cup beside me. It was blood. But oddly, it tasted like alcohol. Like a single sip of this blood would leave you longing for more until you completely loose it.
Immediately I had a taste of it, my demons rose to the surface and the voices slowly crept as though I had just woken it up.
I gritted my teeth to surpress the roar in my head it it seemed as though I was already glitching and they were all aware because while I was fighting in my head, they all went silent, talking a sip from their glasses also.
Moreeee.
The voices yelled and my fangs began to push it way out and this was happening out of my will.
"Oh, the child is still pure?" One of them aired. It was a man with the darkest gaze. He sat closest to father.
"He hasn't had his first kill". Father exhaled and laughter filled the air causing me to seeth through my teeth in annoyance.
