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Adalia got hungry again. 

No shock, and absolutely no inconvenience there. After all, deliberately drip feeding yourself will only last you for so long before the topsy-turvy wobble of vampire-anemia starts to set in again. 

I just wish it didn't have to always happen on the regular. Every strain of breath, every stagger of fatigue was just another painful reminder of the constant discomfort she was in at all times. 

This time I was a whole lot faster on the uptaking. The exact moment I saw her make her first miss with a dart, hitting the board instead of the water balloon hanging just a single inch away, I quickly scurried us away from all the noise, trekking once again the familiar rugged terrain, brushing against brittle trees far enough away for no one to see the harsh glint of her fangs as they burrowed deep into my flesh.