The Mission X

When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years.

 It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. 

She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadn't prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. 

When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. 

At least it wasn't disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. "You want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?"