Yzabelle:

I watched him pour out his wine glass. I could not help myself but ask as I watched the red liquid filling his glass.

It was blood.

I was just like him. But why couldn’t I feel the thirst from drinking that as well?

“Where did you get that? And how in the world did you do that? How did you make that blood disguised as wine?”

If my sense of smell wasn’t this keen, I wouldn’t have noticed.

Oh… gosh!

Yeah, lately I realized my senses were turning incredibly strong. I could smell and see something from afar. I could feel something was happening from afar. Or someone...