Swiftly the troll let drop one, then another, than yet again, one more into the hissing concoction on his desk, sighing languorously Ravus stretched his knotted back, his skin the color of the stems of thistledown a soft almost sliver green. Suddenly Ravus lifted his head from his work and sniffed the air gently; he detected the usual scents of iron, rot, mould and magic. But lingering ever so lightly was another scent, sweet and musky and ever so close to the smell he had come to associate with his new... lover? Girlfriend? Consort? Val. Just as he turned back to his work the strange scent grew stronger and took on the decisive palate that concluded violence and something a smidgen bitter, he supposed sorrow, had tainted the object to which the scent belonged. Then, to his horror, the scent took on the signature he knew belonged to Val as it grew stronger and ergo closer. Even as he thundered towards the entrance, he could feel an icy coolness that seeped from the pit of his stomach outwards; that told him he was too late, much too late. A flash of movement in the shadows by the door prompted him to stop, as soon as he stilled he could hear the light moans and whimpers of pain that near shattered his heart. Val quietly limped towards him from the darkness; her right arm hung limply at her side dragging behind her the glass sword he could've sworn had been laid to peace. "Ravus?" croaked Val and as she did thick dark phlegm leaked out of her perfect little lips, tracing stunning rivulets in her porcelain skin. He almost became violently sick at the realization it was blood.

"Y..yes," he stammered shuddering from the sheer horror of it "Val, Valerie? A..are you.." he was going to finish but he saw her lips quirked upwards in a manic grin and she started to giggle, then chuckle, then laugh uncontrollably which soon morphed into hacking cough. This continued for close to a minute, Ravus stood, naught but a meter from her but some how, unable to will himself to move. As she slowly got her breathing under control, she raised her hand and attempted to wipe the spittle and congealed blood from her face but somehow only created much more. Baffled Ravus glanced quizzically at her hand, nothing seemed wrong but following the slope of her flesh to her wrists, he could see the bloody gaping wound there still pulsating slightly, white showing inside the ruined flesh almost erotically. Blood ran in small rivers down her arm into a puddle forming already at her feet.

"Oh yes Ravus, I'm fine. Better than fine in fact!" she announced before flying into a wobbly dance, swinging the sword haphazardly as she danced her drunken jig, blood flinging from her body with every spin, finally breaking out of the numbness that had consumed him previously and stopped him from moving and grabbed her ignoring the blood staining his clothes.

"Val stop it! Just stop." he told her as thought if he treated this normally it would somehow become normal. Like magic. She froze in his arms and dropped the sword which somehow turned to stone the moment it hit the floor.

"Oh Ravus, what you don't know can't hurt you. And you know I would never hurt you, don't you Ravus." She smiled lightly baring all her teeth in an almost predatory look "But will you hurt me? After all it would be easy, and so... delicious." the word slid from her lips like honey from a cup of gold. Without warning she pressed her still bleeding wrist to his mouth, he stood stock still stunned by the action and before he could help himself he could taste it, her blood, warm and fluid sliding sweetly over his teeth, dancing over her tongue before sliding down his throat to rest in his stomach. It was magic, in it's truest form, hunter and prey and he had won is right, he had been starved for so long, could he not have one tiny morsel... only a bite. With a feral howl he lunged at her and bit down hard. Blood sprayed and flesh collapsed and Val laughed long and loud and joyously, until he had eaten his full and the blood slowed in her veins.

Abruptly Ravus jolted from his bed sweating fiercely and crying silently but consistently and all he could remember was the taste of her blood, and her laugh that still seemed to ring in his ears and even more so how he somehow felt full, as though he had gorged himself on some delicious meal until he could barely stand. Suddenly from the shadowed recesses of his mind came an echo of a word he recalled, though no longer female, it was distinctly fae,

"Delicious"