Narrative P.O.V.
Cain stood out in the hallway, his breathing erratic.
The fangs in his mouth were extending from his gums and poking his bottom lip. He tried to focus on the smell of disinfectant in the air but the only things his senses had zeroed in on were the scent and sight of her blood.
For the first time in his life, he wasn't resisting the vampiric pull to completely drain someone of their blood.
The urge he was fighting was not one to kill or satisfy hunger, but to satisfy lustful and prurient desires.
It was much stronger than anything he'd felt before.
He heard the doctor walking down the hallway and he turned to face away from him.
"When was the last time?" The doctor asked him as he walked up.
"I don't know what you mean," Cain remarked.
"When did you drink last?"
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