Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

He drinks desperately. He doesn't expect her to stay for long and takes every second as his opportunity to indulge. His body goes weak with delight with every drop of her blood that lands in his mouth. She wrenches away, and Athan clamps down harder to hold her for just a moment longer. But she is gone from his grasp, leaving him alone in the clearing. He licks the ruby liquid from his mouth, tinging his saliva pink. His head bends down to clean the small wound on his leg. The high fizzles and he returns to his normal state, staring after her path for a moment before leaving.