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Amber then sensed a new figure. A VERY hungary figure. She had to warn Mackenzie, but how........ MIND SPEAKING DUH! teehee So she went into Mackenzie's mind. Ok listen, don't freak out, don't even change your facial expression, it's Amber, and that guy that is pretending not to follow you, just be careful. Don't do anything, yet! Just careful. I realize you're already uneasy about him. But just telling you!
Stark frowned and kept walking, his expression pained. He to a quick right turn and leaned against the wall in the ally. Slowly, he slid down into a kneeling position, clenching at his stomach.
Stark tried to keep his hunger under control, his fangs retracting. He looked out the ally and looked for anybody to walk by. He couldnt wait any longer.
Lavi stumbled-but caught herself. "Phew!" She breathed. "That was close!" She said as she kept walking. Soon she turned the corner and tripped. Lavi skidded on the pavement as she fell. Crimson blood ozed from her knee. The contents of her purse were everywhere.
Stark blinked, seeing the same girl with the blonde hair stumble, cutting herself. His mouth watered at the sent and looks of her crimson blood. He looked her over, his grey eyes now a crimson color; the color they were when he'd gone too long without blood. He studied her closely and stood up. He slowed his breathing. He couldnt kill her... He knew he couldnt. "Uh," he spoke as he pushed the contents of her purse closer to her and darted farther into the ally hoping he could find a less pure victim.
Stark sat in the back of the ally, a hobo lay practically dead by his side. He'd drained the man for the most part. His eyes cleared, thankful he had drank his fill. Swiftly, he started after where the girl had gone, looking for her.
Lavi walked down her street. She was upset. Her favorite jeans got ripped. She almost gagged when she saw Wilson and Daliha. "I want that gun back." Lavi muttered.