"My blood pack..." I muttered weakly, "where is my blood pack..."

"You mean this?" The last figure held up a bag of reddish liquid. I stared at him in a mixture of horror and anger as he tore the bag open, letting the blood within splatter onto the dirty concrete floor before him.

It sounded a whole lot like Tristan.

"You don't need it when there's a fresh corpse in front of you. And packs like those don't taste that good anyway."

The bloodlust within me now multiplied by my anger took over my very being, giving me intense strength.

"RARRRGH!"

The flimsy wooden chair and rough rope that bound me to it felt like a toothpick as I stood up, breaking it apart.

It was sure easier than I thought, especially now that I was mad. But I was more thirsty than mad. My eyes fixed on the neck of the fresh corpse, somehow, I couldn't explain why, but I simply had to bite it and suck on its blood.

I succumbed. Before I knew it I had pounced, crouching over the fresh corpse, my fangs on its neck, I sucked the tasty life giving liquid out of his lifeless corpse. It tasted sweet, and sated the thirst I never knew I had.

When I was finally full, I looked up, wiping the blood from my mouth. The four figures now loomed over me.

"Welcome to the clan," said Louis, stepping forth to finally let the light shine on his beautiful face.

"Louis," I swooned as I fell upon his lips, devouring them with the raging blood-fuelled passion that now burned inside of me. It may have only been last night that I had a three-way with him and Tristan, but somehow the blood within me now made me super horny and ready to fuck.