As Walter approached her with the blood-filled glass, her insides twisted with unease. She hesitantly took a sip, but the liquid seemed to have a life of its own, writhing and churning within her. In a flash, she bolted towards the washroom, her body convulsing as she emptied the contents of her stomach.
Walter trailed behind her, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he inquired, peering at her with worry.
"This is nothing," she murmured, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. But deep down, she knew that this was far from nothing. The blood had stirred something within her, something dark and primal that threatened to consume her.
As the moon cast its eerie glow through the window, Alexandra's eyes snapped open. Her breaths came in short gasps, her chest heaving with eac
