Mouse and Natalia
Mouse was sitting and talking with Natalia when she suddenly focused on the vein she knew was pulsing away just under the skin. All...warm. And full of blood. Mmm, blood. Blood was life. She wanted to, wanted to...sink her teeth into the fragile skin over that pulsepoint and drink and drink until the girl was nothing but a drained husk and all that blood was in her...She came to with a start to realise she'd been licking her lips while she zoned out and stared at Natalia's neck.
"Are you, alright?" Natalia asked with a slight trace of fear that seemed to accompany all of Natalia's words. "I didn't, do anything, did I? Cos, I'm trying really hard not to do anything wrong..."
"No, it wasn't you, Natalia. Excuse me please." Mouse pushed blindly away from the table and ran upstairs to the bathroom. She threw up, sickened by the things she'd been thinking. Oh god. She had wanted to...*eat* Natalia.
The lust was *still there*! She wanted to eat people, feel their blood flowing down her throat, feel the warmth the hunt brought to her. Not animals. People. She wanted to go find Tanya especially for some reason and bite deep, deep into her throat and drink. Oh god. Feel the red run over into her mouth and drink and drink and drink...
Mouse threw up again, revolted at herself. Bitter bile gagged at her throat. Not even wolves ate other wolves. She sank back against the cool tiles and cried silently into her hands. What was happening to her? Her babies tried to soothe her but Mouse couldn't calm down.