Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

Santiago was there before Serem showed up, and Clarence had to fight to keep from running to him and instead stayed by Memory, anxious and terrified and guilty.

Still, his lip wobbled when the black male lifted his head up and he swallowed hard, his own blood dripping down his throat where Memory's teeth had sunk in. "I..." he rasped, tail tucked between his legs. "I didn't mean to... he wasn't Memory. And then he was. My head hurt so much." It was all so confusing, and he didn't know how to explain it.

He jerked backward when Serem arrived, flinching at her tone and the curse. Though, he did deserve it. "I didn't want to. He... my throat. I tried to get away..." His stomach turned and he gagged - if he'd eaten this morning, he would've thrown up. As it were, he just remained nauseous and dizzy from blood loss and losing adrenaline. "He didn't know."