Febuwhump 2026 Day 8 - Hunger
Apo could feel it, clawed hands squeezing at her gut. It was a possessive hunger, taking hold of her whole body, her mind and soul. It was a part of them, a living breathing thing beneath their skin.
A craving. How was it possible to thirst for something that made nausea creep up her throat? Bright red. The colour of death and failure and lives in their possession and…
Apo was going to be sick. Was there even anything in her stomach to vomit up? There couldn’t be, not when it was such an empty pit.
The thought of the taste alone made them salivate and retch.
This was supposed to be the one place she didn’t have to deal with blood! That was the whole point of getting sent out to the middle of nowhere by themself. The world was spinning. Could vampires faint?
Apo wasn’t sure how much longer they could hold on. There was a pit growing inside her, eating away everything in its way. She could nearly taste it, a metallic echo on her tongue. Their own body was betraying them.
Truffle’s eyes were so wide and full of love.
Apo could hear Truffle’s little heart beating. Thump thump thump. Pumping blood around their sweet little body. No. Apo couldn’t.