(A few minutes earlier.)
Emmanuelle kept running her tongue over her lips. She didn't know what was going on, but it seemed to her that a tempting smell was coming from time to time. She was unable to say what it was, but she was sure of one thing: she wanted to know the source of that smell.
She was slightly startled when she felt the tip of her canines scratch the tip of her tongue.
It seemed to her that her heart, usually motionless, was moving in her chest and panic began to take her throat.
"No. I can't be thirsty. Not now..." she muttered to herself. She had made sure to feed herself a whole bag of blood before coming. It wasn't normal for her to feel hungry so soon.
She frantically searched her pockets, then her bag, and discovered with horror, that she had forgotten to take a
