Dark red eyes focused on the small animal she had chased into the forest, and what a chase it had been. Lucky for her, she did have some energy to run off. But, it was not the ideal place to feed. Nowhere was, not when she needed the blood of living creatures. It disgusted her. The more she did it, the more she hated herself. But she needed something, even if it was small. After feeding, she whispered to the creature, “I’m sorry…” Gemma never wanted to be like this, but she never got the choice. Her family made that choice for her years ago. A heavy sigh passed her bloody lips as she licked the remnants from her lips. The hunger is still present, just manageable now. Hearing someone nearby, she quickly stood up, “who is there? And do not try to lie to me. I can tell you are there.”