~Typhon’s P.O.V.~
Lost. That is the only word to describe how I am feeling at this moment. Completely and utterly lost. My fangs have been aching non stop since I last sank my teeth in Marcelline’s neck. It shouldn’t hurt like this. It shouldn’t hurt at all. Sure, there is always a little bit of bloodlust throughout the day. Though, nothing like this. It is not supposed to be like this. I didn’t understand it. Why couldn’t I satisfy this…this need. This unquenchable hunger.
Even now as I stare at the various bodies scattered around the room, all drained of blood within seconds… The hunger inside of me remained. It was as if only her blood would satisfy my need to feed. Marcelline’s blood always tasted different to me. It was unique; sweet in its own special way. However, over the early y
