He crawled like a spider, all limbs, over the edge of the bed and across the massed blankets. He was on his way to Chiyu and there was no stopping him. The tears should have done something but they didn't even register to him.
Connie pulled the blankets away and before she could blink, he was all over her pressing between her legs and latching his fangs into her throat. Would feeding help him? Maybe, maybe not. The problem was that he was being urged to take far too much and he was struggling with the effort not to.