Uta slammed his fist against the wall, and his breath was heavy. The guilt he felt was almost unbearable, and it was a feeling he wasn't all too familiar with.
He could hunt. He could kill. He could tear his meat to shreds, without a hint of remorse. But this time was different.
This was about Lena and what he had done to her.
"Dammit!" He practically roared, as he wrenched open the door with a little too much force and exited his shop.
On the street outside it was dark, eery and quiet; maybe a little too quiet.
He didn't know what direction she had travelled in and he could envision how she had to blindly run. Where would she have gone?
Where could she have gone? She didn't have anywhere to go.
And then he caught a whiff of something sweet and pleasant.
Blood.
And not just any blood, it was most definitely hers.
Don't question how he knew, because it's a long story: one for another day.
He followed the scent and came to the alleyway that Lena had just collapsed in.
However, she wasn't there. There was nothing but still drying blood leading away from where the male ghoul stood. An angry male ghoul.
There was another scent mixed in with Lena's – one he knew all too well.
He knew where she was.
An evil glint sparked in his red eyes.
He was coming for his Bloody Red.