cyberblood

"You want to try it," she said, not as a question but as a statement.

Silven swallowed, unsure of how to answer. "I... It's just that..."

"Don't misunderstand," Nadia interrupted, her voice soft but firm. "It's not something we should be doing. Vampires don't feed on each other's blood. It's a dangerous path."

Silven nodded slowly, though the logic of it felt distant, almost irrelevant in the face of the hunger gnawing at him.

Nadia watched him carefully for another moment, as though weighing her options. Then, with a resigned sigh, she offered her arm to him, the wounds from the enhancements still fresh, blood seeping from them in thin rivulets.

Silven's breath caught in his throat, his body moving on instinct. He reached out, his fingers brushing her skin-warm. The warmth of her touch surprised him, a stark contrast to the coldness he had expected. It wasn't human warmth, but something shared between them, something only vampires could feel.

With a sharp inhale, he lowered his mouth to her wrist, his fangs extending involuntarily as they sank into her skin. The taste of real blood flooded his senses, rich and overwhelming. It was nothing like the synthetic blood-this was raw, potent, filled with power he hadn't known existed.