Changelog A1.C2

Edited Freak takes the Field, because I thought up a much more evocative and interesting description for Peter's first coherent and deliberate taste of blood. I'll post it here if you don't want to dig through the chapter to find it.

"Nuh uh, I smash you head in."

I snapped forward and gripped his throat. He tried to swing his board at me, but my free hand caught his arm. A gentle squeeze crushed his wrist, and using my grip as leverage, I sank my teeth into his shoulder.

Deliberately sucking blood was an experience. That comfy feeling returned, but now that I was making the coherent effort, I could feel some deep animal part of me roaring with pride as his lifeblood filled my mouth and flowed into my stomach.

The taste.

It was sweet, but not like sugar. Like cold water on a hot day, when you hadn't had a drop of water in hours. Or days. Weeks. I felt it fill my belly, but despite the quenching and sating sensation it brought, I never felt full. I felt like I could drink as much as I wanted and never hit capacity.

So that's exactly what I did.

I didn't stop. I kept sucking until nothing came out, and when I finally pulled my teeth free, his body was shriveled and motionless. Focusing my ears, I could tell his heart had stopped. The whole town was silent, in fact. The crowd of dogs was watching on in horror. My honest intention was just to scare the guy off or just hurt him, but the rush of living blood and the moonlight had me wired enough not to care anymore.

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