For the first weeks as a vampire, it was intoxicating – the bloodlust, the taste of copper on her tongue. As much as she’d hated what she’d become, she couldn’t seem to drink enough. Petal had been told it was normal, so that was a comfort at least. As she grew into her immorality – something she’s not sure she’ll ever truly manage – it subsided. With some semblance of control, she would drink properly and keep her hunger sated without going over board. But after Hinger’s death, she couldn’t make herself drink. The humans that had killed Hinger had done so because of blood, because vampires needed it to survive, and it disgusted her. Petal practically starved herself in her greif.
This resulted in several ravenous lone hunts that ended with tears and blood stained fingers. Now in Sanctuary rather than the Blood Court, Petal hunts alone, and goes as long as she can without drinking. She takes her kills directly to Santia Marigold, who doesn’t ask questions when she takes much less of her ration than she’s supposed to — a small rebellion against her vampire nature — which makes her somewhat prickly and easily angered at times, but stronger than she looks due to the hunger.
