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... gripping the edge, and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The dizziness was finally fading, but it was taking longer than usual.
His fangs remained extended, the pointed tip gently pressing against his lower lip, while a faint hint of blood still lingered on his tongue. His lips were stained red, and three empty blood bags lay discarded on the counter beside him.
Just then, the doorknob twisted.
His head shot up instantly, his instincts screaming at him to ...
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