A minute or two passed by. Leander returned back to reality and grew control of his breathing. Sweat dripped from the sides of his face and chest while he buried his head between my neck. In those moments, I didn't think about anything except for the fact I was hungry. Horror spread over my face but I hid it from him. It had been an hour, maybe more since I hadn't thought about blood but now I was thinking and I was thinking hard.

I hoped that being intimate with Leander ``would've stopped me from needing blood all the time. He told me that it would only take one trigger...