The metallic taste in her mouth was the first thing she sensed. The next was the smell of drying blood. Azazel stirred, feeling the dirt beneath her skin and the cold breeze. As the vampire came to, she realized the figure just ahead of her was the one she'd just taken blood from. "Shit." she swore, scrambling up and looking around. Someone had seen her and had gone. Most likely to get help. "Fuck."

This was not good.

Someone had seen her. If she got away, there would be at least a wave of vampires upon her cave demanding questions. So far she'd managed to stay under the radar, but this....Ishmael would kill her before anyone else could.