There was Jason, still skulking behind his team, so I handed my bag to Ava, pulled my hair back in a high pony, and threw down a challenge.
"Hey, Jason! Prove you're not all talk. Beat me in a one-on-one."
Before I could get my words out, his tall figure rushed up and clamped a hand over my mouth. His movements were so quick and forceful that my retractable fangs accidentally nicked him, drawing a bit of blood.
The cut wasn't serious—just a bead of blood.
But this poses a bigger problem for me. To blend in with humans, I've adopted their ways, living their lives, and eating their food.
Yet, lacking fresh blood causes me nutritional deficiencies.
I could survive on animal blood, but I'm an exceptionally finicky eater for a vampire. Most meats turn my stomach, so I've mostly stuck to a vegetarian diet.
Now this situation took a twisted turn—the big guy in front of me accidentally fed me a drop of his blood, and it awakened something primal in me. I felt an overwhelming urge, rising from the depths of my being, craving more blood.
And I couldn't resist. I fixed my gaze on Jason, pressing his hand still against my lips, desperately sipping more of his blood.