BAZ
What was I thinking? Why would I do that? I need to hunt. I can't believe I just touched him like that. What the bloddy hell is wrong with me? I'm at the catacombs now. His face was so warm. So soft. I can still feel his warmth on my thumb.
I grab a rat and break its neck. I drain it because I know I need to drink.
He smelled so good.
Everyone has a scent. Magicians usually smell like their magic though. Dylan smells like lavender and cinnamon. It's intoxicating. I had to get out of there before I decided to drink him.
The rats don't taste nearly as good as he would have.