@haylielā location: the streets notes: they say that a hero can save us
A snap resounded around him as Ezekielās neck forced itself back into place and blue eyes opened again, hunger stirred inside of him and his throat burned. He couldnāt think clearly, couldnāt think of anything really besides how starved he was. When the vampire tried to move he found that he couldnāt, marshal chains had him firmly bound, a parting gift from Rhiannon as the vampire writhed and squirmed in place. All younger and desire as he rocked back and forth, jaws snapping like a caged monster. Bitch, he thought, Iām so hungry- Iām going to-Ā it felt like his body was drying up, his veins turning to stone, his limbs slowly desiccating as tears streamed down his cheeks.Ā āHelp me!ā Ezekiel could smell the otherās blood, he rolled around on his back, all aching teeth and burning limbs. A drop, two, that was all he needed. He didnāt want it to end like this, burning away from the inside, somehow it felt right, maybe it was what he deserved. Ezekiel thought about Hazal, he was sorry and he wouldnāt get the chance to say it.Ā āPlease!ā
