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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4588387" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. In all her years, she had never felt so complete. So full. She let up her jaws a little, then delved again. Carefully. Don't spoil the feast.The officer's blood seeped willingly enough into her mouth, and she drank it down. Like sucking water out of a bloated sponge. Though he had screamed at first, he was slowly fainting into her. She held him up and continued to suckle his arm. Anyone looking at him on the street would not see this scar. It was hidden.Secret.But would he ever live to see the street? Clover frowned at herself but couldn't stop. She wanted more. She wanted to keep going. To keep drawing blood. It was just so easy. There was never an end. He was a willing enough victim if she ever saw one. He seemed to enjoy this. His life force being drawn out of him so quickly, it were as though she had ripped through an artery and it was gushing out. But she didn't want to kill him. End the life of this man? Who was still young. Who probably had a family waiting at home. Who would probably now slump over and rest. Never tell a soul. As she drew blood, she prepared to pull away. It was so difficult. Like taking food from a starving child.She drew up her hand, placing it over his eyes so he couldn't see. Then, she unlatched herself from his shoulder, and ordered, "Sleep."With any luck, he would pass out. And Clover promised herself that she would high-tail it to the sewer. Even though Koln and Ruby had been down there for an unnervingly long amount of time...</blockquote>

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