Knock me out

Alari's pov

“Are you okay?” Damien asked, now fully human again.

“Yes” I answered, and I was.

“That was a lot to take in my love, are you sure you're alright?” He asked again and I leaned into him, hoping his scent could calm me enough to push down the blood lust but the slight smell of blood in his scent made it worse.

“I am alright, I really am. It's just…” I didn't know how to say it, maybe I did and didn't like what it implied.

“You want to rip her heart out while you watch the life drain from her eyes” he said softly, making me look up at him.

“I'm very familiar with bloodlust my love, and I'm also aware I reek of blood” he joked, reminding me of how we were spiritually connected.

He could feel the need to kill pulsating through me.

“And no, it doesn't make you a bad person, not when it's deserved” he said, making me sigh and return my head to his chest.

“How did she even get in here? This place has zero privacy! She couldn't have just walked in” I said, only now thinking