Ezra's POV

  Thirsty. That's what I was. Very, very, very thirsty. I was in the refresher clutching my head as my pupils thinned, fangs ached and throat burned. I pulled my sleeve up and sinked my fangs into my wrist. It wasn't normal for someone like me to drink their own blood. I would have gone and hunted for some other pray but, Kanan and Hera wouldn't let me out of the Ghost.

"Kriff! This isn't enough!" I growled. Normally if I needed blood I could use my own, but once a month I needed blood not of my own.

"Ezra, we are going to bed." Hera called.

"Okay, night." I told her. After a while I went to the common room. I flipped through the channels on the holo in search for a show to watch. There was a show about 'vampires' on. I watched for a while before getting mad. Very few vampire movies are close to how we are. We can have garlic, we don't all have red eyes, we don't glow and shine when the sun hits our skin, we don't drink just anyone's or anything's blood, we can't walk on ceilings, we don't have stupid elf ears, we don't live forever, we can't run one hundred miles an hour and for the last time, we can't turn into bats! We do need blood, the sun can be highly dangerous to us, we can turn people in to vampires if we wanted, we can drink other vampires blood and our pupils do thin out. I don't like to call myself a vampire because of the stupid cover and myths some humans came up with. Like turning into a bat! Seriously! Or garlic! I love when Hera makes spaghetti and garlic bread! My first drink of blood was my father's and he was a vampire!

"Night, Ez." Sabine said.

"Night, Bean." I told her. My throat burned more as she left. The sight of her was pulling at my senses. Her flushed cheeks showing how warm and red her blood is, her study heartbeat and I can only guess how she really tasted like.

"Darn!" I hissed at myself. After I knew Sabine was asleep I couldn't resist trying her blood, just this one time. She looked so peaceful and calm. I walked over to her and moved her bangs away from her neck. I was correct about her having warm skin that's for sure. I bit into her neck gently and drunk her blood. It was the most delicious thing I've ever had. It was warm and sweet, she moaned lightly as I continued my work. I clogged up the wound so it wouldn't bleed much. I licked the blood that remained on her soft skin. I kissed the wound the left to my bed. I laid in bed wondering why her blood was so different. I couldn't wait till I got a taste of her again.
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