With the comic books in a small bag, and the exit in front of her, Trixie made her way towards it, she threw her hood back over her head and left the mall, she hissed a bit as some of the sunlight managed to touch her skin slightly, but simply toughed it out and began to make her way home, but chose to walk slower than usual.

As she walked, she gently licked her tongue against her unusually sharpened fangs, still having no idea on what it truly meant, she merely scoffed, believing it was nothing compared to her emotions disappearing on her. She never realised just how much emotions meant to her, taking advantage of them in some cases, now feeling desperate to feel anything. Happiness, sadness, anything. She hoped that the comics she bought would be of use to her.

But something caught her attention, she noticed a small poster about the Dimmsdale hospital, requesting for people to donate their blood to help with medical research.

"Blood?" Trixie muttered.

The second that word popped into her mind, she couldn't help but think about it, constantly, over and over again, the word 'blood' felt like it made sense to her for everything, she felt like it was the perfect word, she repeated the word over and over again, she couldn't help but crack a small smile, she had no idea why the word 'blood' made her feel some sort of pleasure, but she didn't care, she just wanted to repeat that word in her head, again and again. She loved that word so much, she felt as if she wanted to link it with something else, in fact, she felt like she wanted to see it... wanted... to drink it. Trixie knew exactly where the hospital was, and with no hesitation at all, she made a beeline for it.

Twenty minutes had passed and she made it, there she stood right in front of the hospital, but she wondered, was it worth it? She knew without a doubt that she would not simply be allowed to merely buy blood, she knew she had to steal it, but feeling so desperate to see it, to feel it, to taste it. She couldn't say no. She entered the hospital and was immediately greeted with a half filled waiting room and a reception desk at the front.

Gently removing her hood to let her hair flow a bit, she gently walked forward and to the side leading to one of the doors, further into the hospital, she looked to see no one had actually seen or noticed her, she didn't feel like she was sneaking, but for some reason she was invisible to them. Facing the door again, she calmly walked through it and began to explore.

From room to room, Trixie had somehow evaded detection from both the staff and the security cameras, sneaking around just came naturally to her somehow, she never tried to sneak anywhere, and never did any sort of practice, but she just... knew... she began to question the abnormalities of her condition, but she knew she didn't have the answer, besides, the more she thought about that, the less she thought about blood.

After ten minutes, she finally made it to the blood bank segment of the hospital. Her eyes widened with glee to see hundreds of shelves, all lines with small beakers containing the beautiful red thick substance she couldn't stop thinking about. She walked between the shelves for a bit until she stopped around the middle segment, she gazed at one of the beakers for what felt like hours, until she gently picked it up and looked at it from different angles, she was fascinated by how it slide around the beaker wherever she tipped it. She gently removed the lid and poured a small trace of it on her finger and began to rub it against her thumb, she loved the way it felt, but then... she yarned to have the feeling of it inside her mouth, and down her throat.

She placed the beaker against her lips, tipped back and began to drink the blood, she loved the feel of it trickling on her tongue, it tasted like everything she loved multiplied by ten, she then gulped slightly, swallowing the blood she drank.

But as she finished, she felt a sudden jolt coarse through her body, she coughed feeling the thickness around her throat and fell on her knees hard, hurting them a bit, she felt the sweat doing down her forehead, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, and disgusted by the feel of blood in her mouth.

Trixie felt ever so shocked, as she drank the blood, everything immediately returned to her, her senses, her emotions, everything that made her feel human, she looked at the shopping bag she left on the floor and felt excited to read her new comics. But she began to realise what exactly happened.

"So... I... w-when I drink blood... everything comes back... but... I'm starting to feel it fade again... it's slow... but I can feel it." She felt tears run down her cheeks. "Just... what kind of messed up condition do I have!?"