[ He swallows thickly, wiping at his mouth as the drugs hit his system. Beneath his skin, the tattoo begins to fade, the glow of red receding to black. The bloodlust wanes, satisfied by the bloodtabled. He took too many, needed too many, but what choice did he have? He can think straight at least, the fog lifting for now.
He knows it's a temporary fix, knows it won't last. But it was either that or attacking him again and Zero didn't think he could stop himself a second time, even if he knew the blood was no good, he couldn't stop the part of him that craved it. An addiction. ]
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He knows it's a temporary fix, knows it won't last. But it was either that or attacking him again and Zero didn't think he could stop himself a second time, even if he knew the blood was no good, he couldn't stop the part of him that craved it. An addiction. ]