Demetria gently pushed Clarice's head away from her index finger. "That's enough for your first taste of blood, dear."

"But it's not enough! Your blood tastes like honey, so sweet. I want more!" Clarice protested, blood trickling down her lips.

Demetria shook her head firmly. "That's all for now. You will start vomiting if you drink too much on your first blood feed. Allow your body to get used to the taste of blood first, and you can drink more later."

"Fine!" Clarice grumbled, upset.

"All you need to do is rest. You've been sleeping for three days, and you only woke up today," Demetria said, standing up.

"Whaaaat?" Clarice...