( The walk is longer than he anticipates. He should've turned back, should've called Scott and Cora, or the authorities, maybe a Winchester, or whichever Salvatore he's on good terms with. Instead, he goes it alone.
He doesn't try hard to see through the darkness, (5) because the iron-copper smell invades his nostrils the closer he gets, (1). He fought it off, he had Cora and Scott, and support, but here under the cover of night diving in seems harmless. Something has already been attacked.
Someone. He knows the smell of human blood. But, they're dying anyway, right? It doesn't matter what he sees. His eyes go black as his fangs drop. He drops down at the body's feet and bites. His 1 means he is not delicate, careful or frugal about the blood he does drain. Anybody would think he hadn't eaten that morning. )
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He doesn't try hard to see through the darkness, (5) because the iron-copper smell invades his nostrils the closer he gets, (1). He fought it off, he had Cora and Scott, and support, but here under the cover of night diving in seems harmless. Something has already been attacked.
Someone. He knows the smell of human blood. But, they're dying anyway, right? It doesn't matter what he sees. His eyes go black as his fangs drop. He drops down at the body's feet and bites. His 1 means he is not delicate, careful or frugal about the blood he does drain. Anybody would think he hadn't eaten that morning. )