The scent hit her first... It wasn't subtle or gentle or something she could ignore. It slammed into her senses like a physical force, like someone had taken the metallic sweetness of blood and pressed it to her tongue, her nose, her skull all at once.
It filled her lungs with a warmth that made her shiver, a heat that crawled down her throat and pooled inside her chest like smoldering coals. Her breath trembled. Her fingers curled against the sheets. "…What… the hell?" Nellie whispered, though her voice came out low, huskier than she remembered. The air tasted like blood. Not metaphorically of course but literally.
She could taste it, rich and warm and intoxicating alike, but why she wondered, the scent began swirling at the edges of her mind like a craving she didn't had before. "Oh why does the scent of blood smell so good." Her question went unanswered, as she was left to slowly discover these feelings herself.
