Violet was beaten and exhausted from the day. The spaghetti dinner sat perfectly in her stomach. But her urge to feed from the room, was overwhelming her. She was feeling starved and all she wanted was the sweet relief from pain that feeding would bring her.
Ash was pleased with Violet's efforts. He washed her every move today. Remembering her graceful movements, appreciating her, rather strong, instinct. Like she's practiced before.
I've done a little training before, but it was nothing like this. Nothing like how she moved today. The determination in her mind. Everything was different about her. Her smell was even changing, it was strengthening, but also seemed less sweet, like an old fruit before it turns into alcohol.
Ash watched as she ate. Reminiscing on all the days they had dinner as a family. The table felt empty. Even with most of the family sitting at the table eating, with Odette gone. Nothing felt right.
