Lana
Cross once told me that when I fed from a human, my mark would glow crimson temporarily before settling back into its normal sapphire hue.
A week had gone by, and it still remained the same Crimson color, glowing temporarily when I had fresh blood, but yet still the same. My rage and bitterness was the only thing left inside of me. I felt like I couldn’t go back now. I sat in front of tonight’s prey for a long time, staring at her lifeless body. Her unblinking eyes staring back at me.
You’re a murderer.
Is it really that different from when Cross would share with me?
Yet, at the time you could brush it off as his kill. You were only an accomplice then.
Actively hunting and killing whoever I found vulnerable at night. My bloodlust had grown tenfold, more so than I e
