Maybe it was the look in the other vampire's eyes. Two things came to me at once. My arm slid into place more easily because of all the blood, but the blood also made it harder to hold him still, harder to maintain my grip. I was hoping to be able to stop sooner, but you kept demanding more.
Define snack, I said. I touched his arm, tentatively, gently. All I could smell was forest, not the salt of ocean, not anything, then there was something else-wolf. I emptied my gun into its head and back, until it let go of me and blood and other things leaked out of the body.
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