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Liam didn't understand was he still dreaming?
He'd crawled out of his own grave it had to be a dream.
The man stood there quivering.
She said he'd know what to do and for a moment he didn't. Then something stirred inside him; whatever it was caused the most excruciating hunger; and Liam knew.
A scream.
Fangs.
Blood gushing wildly.
Dying breath frantic against his neck.
Heart slowing with every pulsation.
His savior smiled adoringly at him and he went back for more before licking blood from his lips as the lifeless body fell.
Angelus grinned that was truly satisfying.