Pain and screaming, so much that I thought I was reliving my battle with Paul all over again. But then pain in my stomach, sharp and horrible, cut thought everything else. Hunger. Thirst.

The taste of blood woke my taste buds, easing that horrible ache just a little, but it was never enough. Even while I was guzzling it down, it still wasn't enough. It consumed my thoughts, made me rabid for more.

And then?

I woke with a start in a dark room. Pitch black, but I could ...