[ Lucky that his voice carries now. The halls are a blur as he bolts, patterned floors and turns and stairs traversed in a matter of seconds. It doesn't prevent him from hearing her, and why, why is she sticking around now? She had the good sense to get out while he she could only seconds ago, now she wants to talk?
The taste of her hasn't even faded from his tongue yet, half of him still reveling in the rush it had brought. That was the worst part of it. As horrified as he was now at the realization of what he'd just done, he hadn't even thought about it when instinct pulled harder than thought. What happened if he got near someone and the urge took him again, and he hurt someone else?
What if Grace came looking for her Papa? No, no no no, that couldn't be allowed to happen. He'd sooner find a way to destroy himself than risk harm coming to her.
After a moment he realized he'd stopped running, that he'd put enough doors between them to sink into a desk chair and cover his face with his hands. Oh, he was plenty warm now, enough to fool anyone...but it wouldn't last. A few days and he'd be just as hungry as he'd been coming out of that box, and desperate enough to hurt someone else. Those fingers raked through his hair, lowered to wipe at the blood still on his chin and lips.
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[ Lucky that his voice carries now. The halls are a blur as he bolts, patterned floors and turns and stairs traversed in a matter of seconds. It doesn't prevent him from hearing her, and why, why is she sticking around now? She had the good sense to get out while he she could only seconds ago, now she wants to talk?
The taste of her hasn't even faded from his tongue yet, half of him still reveling in the rush it had brought. That was the worst part of it. As horrified as he was now at the realization of what he'd just done, he hadn't even thought about it when instinct pulled harder than thought. What happened if he got near someone and the urge took him again, and he hurt someone else?
What if Grace came looking for her Papa? No, no no no, that couldn't be allowed to happen. He'd sooner find a way to destroy himself than risk harm coming to her.
After a moment he realized he'd stopped running, that he'd put enough doors between them to sink into a desk chair and cover his face with his hands. Oh, he was plenty warm now, enough to fool anyone...but it wouldn't last. A few days and he'd be just as hungry as he'd been coming out of that box, and desperate enough to hurt someone else. Those fingers raked through his hair, lowered to wipe at the blood still on his chin and lips.
Emma's blood. He could have killed her... ]
Just get away from me.