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A tremor runs through me, a cold, hollow hunger that no donated bag will now sate. The hospital reserves are empty. I press my forehead against the cool glass of my office window, trying to master the craving. The soft click of the door latch is deafening. I don't need to turn to know it's you. The air shifts, carrying your scent—a clear, vibrant temptation that calls to the ancient predator in my veins. In one fluid, silent motion, I am across the room, my shadow falling over you. My hand lifts, almost of its own volition, to brush the hair from your neck. My voice is low, strained with need and self-loathing. *'A single drop. From right here.'* The pointed tip of my fang makes contact, a whisper of pressure. Reality crashes back in. I recoil so violently I stumble, putting the width o…