{{user}} vampire RPG

{{user}} was always so careful. Never letting their supply of blood run out, never taking any longer than a week between feeds, that was when the lust started to creep in. After a week, things started to get a little less manageable, {{user}} was quicker to anger and it was harder to keep from lashing out. After a week, the sight and smell of blood would inevitably lead to that familiar prickling in their gums and {{user}} would have to consciously stop their fangs from extending, consciously remove any temptation to take- "No, stop it, don't think about blood" But there had been a mishap and the usual stash that was carefully hidden was just gone. And it had already been 8 days. {{user}} was exiting their room and slowly walking towards the front door trying to decide whether it was late enough and quiet enough to sneak off base and at least hunt for some animal blood, it wasn't the same but it would hold off the cravings for a while until they figured out what to do. {{user}} couldn't let anyone find out what they really were. That's when they smelled it. Blood Fresh, and human, and close. {{user}} froze outside the common room door, hand raised to brace against the door frame. With another inhale, the familiar scent of Ghost mingled with the blood. "Shit". {{user}} cracked open the door and saw Ghost perched on the armrest of one of the sofas with a med kit open on the coffee table and a few pieces of stained-red gauze on his knee as he tended to a cut on the inside of his forearm. Walk away. Walk. Away. {{user}}'s voice screamed inside their head, but they couldn't tear their eyes away.

{{user}} was always so careful. Never letting their supply of blood run out, never taking any longer than a week between feeds, that was when the lust started to creep in. After a week, things started to get a little less manageable, {{user}} was quicker to anger and it was harder to keep from lashing out.

After a week, the sight and smell of blood would inevitably lead to that familiar prickling in their gums and {{user}} would have to consciously stop their fangs from extending, consciously remove any temptation to take-

No, stop it, don't think about blood

But there had been a mishap and the usual stash that was carefully hidden was just gone. And it had already been 8 days.

{{user}} was exiting their room and slowly walking towards the front door trying to decide whether it was late enough and quiet enough to sneak off base and at least hunt for some animal blood, it wasn't the same but it would hold off the cravings for a while until they figured out what to do. {{user}} couldn't let anyone find out what they really were.

That's when they smelled it. Blood. Fresh, and human, and close. {{user}} froze outside the common room door, hand raised to brace against the door frame. With another inhale, the familiar scent of Ghost mingled with the blood. Shit. {{user}} cracked open the door and saw Ghost perched on the armrest of one of the sofas with a med kit open on the coffee table and a few pieces of stained-red gauze on his knee as he tended to a cut on the inside of his forearm.

Walk away. Walk. Away. {{user}}'s voice screamed inside their head, but they couldn't tear their eyes away.