Chikara's panicked mind was racing. Why is this happening to us? To our village? She felt as if her lungs were constricting themselves.
Cool, uncaring fingers bit harshly into her inner wrist, and she could feel her pulse fighting against them erratically. "Yesss," sighed that unsettling voice in her ear, "Your blood is calling for me, my dear..."
What does that even mean? Her body suddenly felt numb. "Who are you?" she breathed. "What do you want?"
"Ah, have I not been clear on that?" He chuckled darkly. "You... My dear."
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