I met her dead

The man in the black suit watched intently as the last drop of Arianna's crimson lifeblood trickled into a small, transparent glass vase. The thick liquid gleamed under the dim, flickering light of the laboratory, casting an eerie glow.

"How unfortunate," he murmured, his voice laced with derision. He sauntered toward Arianna's lifeless body sprawled across the cold, metallic table. With an almost reverent hesitation, he ran his gloved fingers across her pallid face. The skin was frigid yet disturbingly alluring, like marble carved to perfection.

"I want to eat her," he growled, his dark eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "Every fiber of my being screams for it. I know it would make me stronger, far more than simply drinking her blood."

The room fell into an uneasy silence as the other scientists exchanged nervous glances, their minds racing with a single question: Would he dare?