Skylar

I reach for a bag, its contents dark and promising. And as I prepare to quench the thirst that only a creature of my heritage understands, I remind myself that this is just another part of my day, another duty to fulfill. My determination remains unshaken; I will not falter.

The cool plastic of the blood bag presses against my lips, and I don't hesitate. The rich, metallic taste floods my mouth, a stark contrast to the bland water from earlier. It's like liquid vitality ...