Bitemarks 3.11

I'm back from my brief sojourn. Sadly no, it wasn't a visit of pleasure but a family funeral. Such things happen. On with the story.

Bitemarks 3.11

Skarletta tugged on the silver tube protruding from her shoulder. What was this? She wiggled it and felt it shift. The spasm of pain that followed told her all she needed to know. The tube had struck her brachial artery. The moment she tugged it out she would begin to bleed profusely. There was a genuine fear at the back of her mind. She already needed to feed and this only complicated matters. Her next meal was now an urgent consideration. she looked over to the fallen body of Ed and walked over to him. Perhaps if she pulled the tube out whilst feeding on him it would heal fast enough, then she need only feed again before she crossed the Channel again? She nudged Ed's head with her foot and it lolled to one side revealing the soft skin of his neck. She leant in close and stopped. She took an experimental sniff. Something was unusual here. Curiously she scratched the surface of his neck with a fingernail. Not deep enough to hit a vein, just enough to draw a single drop of blood. She drew it up to her mouth and let the drop land on her tongue. Almost immediately she balked and spat it out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. It didn't taste right, not right at all. It was sour and bitter. What ailed this repugnant creature to make his blood taste so foul? Whatever the reason Skarletta knew she could not feed upon him. Nor could she afford to waste time leaving this tube stuck in her arm lest the artery close itself off entirely. Time was her biggest enemy now. If she was quick, she thought, she should easily be able to enter the ship, leave and find someone to feed on before she bled to death. As for this creature, she thought, grimacing as she yanked the spiky tube from her shoulder, she had no doubt their paths would cross again. She clamped her hand down as blood spewed from the wound and quickly headed towards the spaceship dominating the centre of the room.

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Sorry, something just came up. I'll carry that on tomorrow.