ALESSANDRO'S POV

I run my tongue across my dry lips, feeling something wet at the corner of my lip now on my tongue. The taste of blood is not new to me for it is something that has entered my mouth one too many times. However, this time was different. This time it didn't taste like blood, it didn't have that awful metallic taste, in fact it tasted kind of sweet.

"What the hell!" I think to myself, swiping my tongue across my lips again this time tasting more of the liquid.

without thinking about it I picked up the rabbit and held it up allowing its blood to drain...