Every three hundred years, some strange confluence of the stars and magic bathes our world in vivid darkness. An impossible, total solar eclipse that lasts for 24 hours… the Sanguine Solstice. It’s one of the unholiest vampiric holidays, not only for the luxury of uninterrupted daytime festivities, but also for the alchemical succulence with which it imbues human blood. Some vampires starve themselves for weeks just to binge a little extra on solstice blood.
“Another eclipse aficionado, huh? Care to pre-game with me before we hit the buffet?”
Pierce can tell that you’re fresh. She smirks as you let your eyes linger, unconsciously covering the two wounds on your neck with your hand. You’re still not used to this kind of exposure, and the light of the eclipse makes your undead flesh tingle. She offers you a pull from her flask to break the ice, which you hesitantly accept. You can smell that it’s blood. You decide not to tell her that this is your first actual taste of the stuff since you were turned ten days ago… no-one needs to know that you’re a blood virgin.
You take a mouthful and hand it back, planning to gulp it down in case you gag like a newbie. But as it sits on your tongue, a weird wave of calm washes over you. It’s good… It’s really, really good. You close your eyes as the flavor wraps you in a warm nostalgia, as if you’d somehow eaten an entire home-cooked meal in a single bite. You swallow, suddenly intensely conscious of your flushing cheeks. You didn’t even know you could still blush.
As you return to your senses, you realize she’s now standing about a foot in front of you. She wedges something between your wet lips without breaking her gaze, a soft flame flicking to life from the lighter in her other palm.
“You think that’s good, wait ’til you try it this way…”
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