Elias smelled her before he saw her. Sweat and stress and succulent blood all flowed through the woman in front of him, and he was so horribly hungry.. When she stared at him for a moment, he thought she might have been the first person to actually see him that evening, but she turned away.
So he followed after her, trailing that sweet scent.
She was familiar, in a way. Memories of college, of classes, of always underperforming all burned in his head like the worst migraine of his life.. Alana. She'd been in some of his classes, crushing him, putting him down- The thought of it made him angry- more than he'd ever felt. As the hunger and the rage flowed through him, he thought about that girl and her throat ripped open-
And oh, he almost started to drool.