Need more blood

My heart lurched and I fell on the ground while holding my stomach. It was there, it was finally here-the hunger I had been dreading from. The bag was beside me, filled with blood bags, waiting for me to grab it and relish it but I feared it wouldn't be enough. I gritted my teeth and clawed my fingernails across the mattress, tearing through the lining as the urge increased. My head throbbed in never -ending pain and my throat closed up. I had stopped bleeding from my nose and throat but the blood loss was making me go manic. My vision blurred and I growled in anger. Rather than feeling any pain or sadness, I felt rage, anguish-most of it all directed at Sydney as she was the one that had poisoned me. After going through a war with my self, I gave up and grabbed onto the bag. The bag fell and dragged across the floor before I unzipped it and took a blood bag out of it. It wasn't warm, it wasn't what I needed but I had to take it. Without another thought, I bit down on the bag, hard eno