[The blood tastes bitter, but it's still warm, so the body hasn't been dead long. Stiles is so blinded by hunger that he doesn't think of the details he might be overriding, or the evidence he's erasing. All he can do is drink.
Fortunately, the body's already dead.
He's not so out of it, however, that he doesn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him, a steady, rhythmic sound that stops just behind him as he feasts.]
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Fortunately, the body's already dead.
He's not so out of it, however, that he doesn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him, a steady, rhythmic sound that stops just behind him as he feasts.]