1.2 Family - Old and New (Dean)
There was an uncomfortable urge, momentary and rare, that would sort of rear up now as he drank. Dean did not really have a word for this, and he had not even dared to bring it up to Asali yet. It was the urge to just keep going, as if with a few more long draws upon the hapless person before him, he could finally, finally be sated.
He knew in his heart that it wasn't true. He knew in his deepest self that no matter how much he drank, tonight or for a thousand years he would never reach that place. Not permanently. He would always be hungry, just a little bit, night after night, until he either died violently or...well, that was it right? That was his only way out.
There were a dozen reasons off the top of his head why he was not going to kill these people, and only one, stubborn, strange sort or reason to just go for it. But he resisted that little voice, and he held himself back. The ebb and flow of blood made him feel a little sick, and a little giddy, and once again surreal. Not nearly as surreal as the bat thing, but strange none the less.
When it was over, he stood slowly and was glad that the last stages of "phase one" were coming together. It felt like he had been away for a lot longer than just a few days.