DEAD SACK AND A PUNCH

TAKING her eyes up, she looked to Fab who was glaring red-eyed at her and dripping saliva. “Iva, I’m really hungry”. She was appalled to see him even paler, bruised, and gorged all over, he was too weak to put on the façade. She rushed off the bed “What the hell happened” she seized her head with her hand, she couldn’t remember a thing after losing control and the room to her appeared suddenly dark dimly lit by candles. She wondered how many hours she had fallen asleep. Ignoring her questions, he lifted his arms at her, he wanted her blood. “Iva”. Her heart raced, she didn’t have Draco to deal with the situation and she doubted she'd make it out if she attempted to escape judging by his inhumane speeds. “You just need rest…” he shook his head and looked down at his helpless self trying dearly to hold on to his sense of humanity. Iva also felt pity for the Nosferatu who had defended her all this while, it was the right thing to have a payback. “Heavens, really tough like you said”, sh