"To use Blood Arts, you have to cut yourself first. Cut your flesh with your fangs," Beatrix says.
I pause for a moment, but I do as she says and bite into my wrist, tearing a sizable chunk of flesh out.
Immediately, blood starts pouring onto the floor from my open wound like a dam bursting open. Apparently, I had bitten too deep into my flesh.
Beatrix looks at me with an expressionless face while I stare back at her with a blank expression.
"I am losing blood," I say.
The next moment, I feel an intense thirst and an overwhelming urge to suck blood. The wound appears to be closing slowly on its own, but my hunger for blood only grows worse, and Beatrix just stares at me without saying or doing anything.
The next moment, I lunge forward and grab her shoulders. She doesn't push me away. Seeing the opening, I sink my fangs into her neck and begin sucking her sweet blood.
