Snippet #1302951

Victors eyes opened widely. What was the time now? How long had time dragged by? He had to get up now. His hunger was creating a constant pain from within. Holding off from feeding was starting to take it's negative effect. It left his internals burning in pain. If he had anything to throw up, the floor would be covered in it. Feeding pains were some of the worst pains. It was like being stabbed then trying to throw up blood out of your lungs, but you weren't dying.

Forcing himself up off the couch, he staggered against the wall. There was only one scent of human blood near by, and it was going to have to be his. He wouldn't drain Bruice completely, it was just going to be a snack. Or at least that was what he hoped. When at a hunger of this level, control wasn't exactly something he had.

With a roaring headache, the scent seemed to spiral all over the place. In desperation, Victor took many rights and lefts down halls as he staggered about looking for his blood supplier....

(not well written, but I didn't really think this post through D: ))