Earthy, cumin, bay leaves, the bitterness of the curry leaves. It tantalised her taste buds with sweet cinnamon, tangy citrus and the heat. The warm blood filled her veins, flooding her with fiery, green chillies. Daciana wanted a mere taste of his blood, a degree of revenge for his torment. She wiped her mouth as Layton pushed her back. He swayed, clutching his head, then reaching out for something to steady himself. Daciana stepped into his space, her hand clamping the wound on his neck, the other around his waist. Her arm linked with another person, a witness to her attack. Her skin was silky and made Daciana flush with goosebumps.
Daciana stared. The flavours circled in her mouth. Green chillies kicked her tastebuds, making her eyes water. Daciana believed her body was on fire. She could feel the blood heating within her as it circulated. Zinnea growled. They needed to get Layton comfortable. Daciana could not move. The bulk of Layton rested against her as he lost consciousness. Zinnea snapped her fingers in Daciana’s face. They needed to work fast before someone saw them.
They laid Layton on the sofa, with Zinnea keeping watch. Daciana shook as she poured the Haemostatic Granules into his wound. She longed to be a vampire as written in books, brooding and enigmatic creatures. Daciana longed to drink and walked away from her victims. Instead, she played nursemaid, tending to their wounds. Her half-human lineage cursed her vampiric life. The pounding heart in her chest was a gift Casimir told her to cherish. He hated the silence of his incarceration. He missed his heartbeat, a rhythm of sanity, and a reminder of life.
It was sentimental nonsense. What good was humanity when all it brought was pain and suffering? Years of eating very little when her body craved this life source. She was hungry. When Daciana closed her eyes, she saw the throats of her family. Patrick, her father, his neck covered with a thick black and grey beard. He would taste like smoked barbecue steaks. Luliana was plump and juicy with her secret snacks. She would deliver a milky chocolate infusion. Or Leticia, her weakening heart. She was pancakes and maple syrup, an extract of coffee and Daciana’s first taste.
Zinnea placed a cautious hand on Daciana’s shoulder. She seemed unafraid of the young vampire. The spiced aroma of perfume mingled with the ambience of the curried festival. It made Daciana’s mouth water and brought to mind her returning hunger. Zinnea took two steps back, seeing the vampire’s eyes narrow and focus on her neck. Daciana reached into her pocket, took out the plasma pack and devoured its contents. She agreed to one victim. It was a condition of her freedom. Casimir would always be close, unable to extend the reins. He feared she would tear the throats of all who crossed her path.
Zinnea watched, holding her breath. She hesitated, offering Daciana a napkin to wipe her mouth. Her eyes drifted over the sleeping body of Layton and back to Daciana. Zinnea had read about vampires. She hoped to study the occult at university as part of the psychology program. She admired Daciana and the control she showed in class. Vampires were, by historic definition, strong. Daciana seemed polite in letting others gain the upper hand. Daciana looked sheepish, her eyes on the floor. There was no letting. Daicana was equal in strength to those around her, a curse bestowed on her by her creators. Zinnea inched closer. Whatever the truth, she was curious. Zinnea hoped Daciana would welcome an opportunity to share her story.
Daciana, Layton and Zinnea: https://siimplysims.tumblr.com/post/658153062073057280/siimplysims-drunk-tonight-poses-hello-guys
Zinnea: https://www.patreon.com/posts/93826769?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
Daciana: https://www.patreon.com/posts/female-model-01-90537157
Layton: https://eslanes.tumblr.com/post/171655299107/hey-everyone-back-again-with-some-dramatic-poses
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