Re: Detaining Dio
There was a new voice. A different voice. Different flesh. He rolled toward it, seeking the warmth of the blood beneath the surface. But even as he did so, he knew something was wrong. This was different. He wasn’t supposed to have this flesh. He shouldn’t drink this blood. He didn’t know why though.
There was only one way to find out why it was wrong.
He bit down, hard and fast, reveling in the hot gush that filled his mouth. It tasted different. Familiar. Yes, this was definitely wrong.