Time went on, and It faded away, watching the stars, glancing down at Its treasure to see Its red eyes again. As time went on, with no energy to consume, the world around It warped. It faded between consciousness and dream, unsure of which was which.

Finally, after either seconds or eternities, reality seemed to stabilize. It saw a stretch of ground in pristine white, just like the stars. In the middle of it all was a being that was both like It and not. If It was a fading shadow, this thing was a fading light. Black that managed shine splayed out behind the being in long strands, skin pale but still ruddy with color compared to the white ground and stars. And around this being was a halo of red, sinking into the white. The thing looked at It, blinking slowly. Red bubbled on chapped lips as they moved.

"Save... me."

But It was more transfixed on the beautiful red leaking out of the being. It crawled across the plain - the white was cold, that was new. It was rather horrible, but the fact that this was a sensation made it priceless. It reached out careless fingers and brushed them against white-turned-crimson.

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“W-whaaaaaAaaAt isssSSSsss th-h-iiiIsss?” Its voice was garbled, having not used it.

"B-blood," was the response, a pained gasp.

“Iiiiiiiii... wAAAnt blo-o-ooooood.” It wanted that beautiful red, wanted to bathe in it. It looked at the thing, with it's open wounds and gasping mouth. It laced Its fingers with the being's, compelled by something it did not understand. “WillLll yOu giii-ive m-Me B L O O D?”

The blood was dripping out of the being's mouth now in a steady stream, body trembling with shivers.

"Please."

It wanted. It craved. It lusted. It needed.

It lowered Its mouth to the other being's, right to the source of blood, tasting a starburst of color, and drank.