"I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this." Rich said, in awe of Althea's magic on display yet again. He was unnerved by how a vibrant and healthy tree suddenly went through death throes, leaves falling and branches shriveling.
He was alarmed by how she began bleeding from her nose, barely holding himself back due to her warning; Do not touch her.
Finally, the spell ended, and Althea fell to the ground, looking like she'd just been assaulted. With inhuman speed, Rich was at her side, catching her just before she hit the ground, lifting her up and supporting her in his arms. "Easy, Thea, I've got you." He spoke gently, "Are you alright?"
He could smell her blood...so warm and fresh...it prodded something deep inside him. He had fed only an hour ago, and yet...the difference between the cold, preserved blood he normally had and this...it was like night and day, cold leftovers and fresh, hot...
NO. He stamped it out, using a handkerchief to quickly wipe the blood from her face.