#and kaiya has a complicated relationship with blood and being a vampire

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we turn the page to a new chapter | mutuals meet kaiya ♡

there's so much red, deliciously glistening in the lamplight, drawing her in with its sweet aroma. there's too much red, hunger clawing at her throat despite her efforts to remain well-fed to avoid this exact situation. kaiya's hands shake and curl into her skirts as she turns her back to poor ciaran and the healers frantically working to stop his bleeding. she feels sick ( with hunger, with disgust, with fear ).

kaiya hastily escapes the room, dashing through the halls of the building until she's able to collapse upon grassy ground. she's gasping for air, burying her hands in the dirt, curling into herself until she's just some mass to be tripped over in the dark; she may truly be sick at this rate, hunger and panic twisting around each other until she can hardly breathe with the intensity of it. gods, what--

a hand upon her back sends a shock to her system, and kaiya stills with a jolt. " go, " she all but begs, sounding as if she might cry. " please, just go. "