You've spent your whole life pretending to be human.
Locking it away. Controlling it. Calling it something else.
But tonight is different.
The hunger doesn't feel distant anymore.
It feels like you.
You're crumpled to the ground. Eyes red. Desire taking over.
A figure crouches down beside you with that same teasing grin.Â
âSeems like Kitty-catâs a bit hungry.âÂ
âG-Go away,â you barely manage, your voice trembling as your body shakes with hunger.
He doesnât move.Â
Of course he doesnât.Â
Instead, his hand reaches toward youâ
You smack it away. Harder than you meant to.Â
For a second, even Taiga seems surprised. You want to apologize.Â
But the moment your mouth opensâ the scent hits you again.Â
Your breath stutters. You cover your mouth, trying to block it out, trying to hold yourself together.Â
It's not working.
âCâmon,â he hums, âYouâre hungry, arenât you?âÂ
A dagger flashes in his hand.Â
He presses it into his fingertip.Â
A small cut. Barely anything.Â
But the air changes instantly.Â
The room floods with that suffocating smell.Â
âNo,â it comes out weaker than you want.Â
He watches you closely. Observing. Waiting for you to break. Â
He brings it closer.Â
Taunting. Like he knows you wonât look away.Â
You glare at him, biting down on your lips so hard, it reddens.
âStill trying to be a good girl, huh?âÂ
He smears the blood against his neck. Right where your gaze kept drifting.Â
âHow long are you gonna play pretend?âÂ
Your stomach twists.Â
Your vision blurs.Â
His hand settles at the back of your neck.Â
Firm. So you canât escape.
âCâmon.â
You try to strain, to pull away.Â
To stop. To think.Â
But your body isnât listening.Â
For hours youâve been resisting. Craving. Fighting.
He doesnât need to force you anymore.Â
You come closer on your own.Â
Your lips part.Â
Closer.
Your breath shatters.Â
Closer.
Your tongue trembles as it escapes past your lips.
Just a taste.Â
Just aâ
Lick.Â
Sweet.Â
So sweet your thoughts scatter.Â
Itâs over.Â
You surge forward.Â
Your fangs sink into his neck.Â
Blood rushes into your mouth.Â
He inhales sharplyâthen, laughs.Â
But you donât process it.Â
All you can think isâhow good this thing you've been resisting all your life is.
Your grip on his shoulders tightens.Â
You swallow. And swallow.
You've finally succumbed to your desires.
Suddenlyâ
A hand grips your chin, pulling you back.Â
You gasp, disoriented, your eyes snapping up to his.Â
âW-Whatââ
âIs it good?â
Youâre still panting. Not fully back to your senses.Â
But you donât lie. You canât. Â
A small nod.Â
Almost embarrassed.Â
The corners of his lips lifts, satisfied at your honesty.Â
My prediction is that TDK will start like this but with Zym and Instead of Aaravos explaining the Xadia old lore, he explains what happened in TDP (or the narrator role is given to another character.)