Hideaway Strath Moon Song

It didn't occur to Fig that his manners were irk-some. Not till a sharp nip was delivered to the back of his neck, causing him to jolt and look back, bewildered at the dark female.

"P-Pardon?" He rasped, bending down low to the earth. "What do you mean by O-oh.. oh I don't feel too well."

Crumpling to his stomach, the boy writhed with pain. His eyes bound tightly shut, bottom lip trembling as he dug in with his fangs. It seemed as if they were right. Although Fig didn't hear, perhaps it wasn't best to drink so fast. What started out as the feeling of bliss now was starting to feel like damnation.

And promptly he vomited—
Spewing his stomach from his throat with the pressure of a waterfall, spraying water and bile in all directions as tears welled in the corner of his eyes. It stung, it hurt. The boy wasn't sure he had felt anything as painful before in his short life.   

"Sorry," he blubbered through the short breaks of heaves.