૮꒰ 🖤⠀plotted starter for @gcholdtrops ! ꒱ა
the past few weeks had been nothing short of torturous for dahee. to put it plainly, a descent into something primal. a hunger gnawed at her, relentless and insatiable, no matter how much she tried to silence it— not even an entire rotisserie chicken ( or two, or three ) could come close to satisfying the ache.
until, one night, she stumbled upon the answer.
that evening, dahee drifted off like any other. or so she thought. the dreams returned as always: a first-person view of someone stalking city streets under the cloak of night, hunting with a quiet desperation. seeking not something, but someone. she awoke with a jolt, drenched in a cold sweat as she usually did. only this time, she was coated in a deep crimson hue. her hunger, however ? vanished. it would be days before it happened again. and now, now it was a pattern. once dahee realized these episodes were her own doing, the horror gave way to resolve. she didn't have full control. not over the thirst, the hunger, but she could choose when to stop. she knew people were getting hurt across seoul, but in this strange new life of hers, restraint was its own kind of mercy.
oddly enough, there were days when the very idea repulsed her. the sight, the taste . . sometimes it didn't hit. not all blood was the same. but then came that one night, wandering out of the library after an especially grueling study session, mind foggy and body on autopilot. something sweet lingered in the air— decadent and alluring, like pastries fresh from the oven for anyone else. she followed it without thought, drawn toward the university gym, toward the aquatics center. and there, by the pool, stood a male figure, back turned, tall and broad-shouldered. her gaze locked on him like a predator catching scent. in the blink of an eye, her irises flared crimson, fangs bared, and in one smooth, deadly motion, she lunged. her teeth sank into his neck. and oh, this one tasted divine.
