Chapter 36: Thirst Trap
After the final pour, both of them emptied their glasses, finishing the bottle. A shared breath left their lips, both visibly satisfied, their bodies now buzzing from the emotions stirred up by the blood’s residual memories.
– Blood (80 Units)
And then, it hit again.
A sudden surge. The last fragments of the memory rushed in like a delayed aftershock—stronger, sharper. This time, it wasn’t just flashes of war or intimacy—it was the depth of it. The haze of drunkenness, the heavy limbs, the off-balance euphoria. Then the overwhelming pleasure—the primal kind, tied to that final night. It punched through them like a sledgehammer, raw and impossible to ignore.
"Oh damn..." Corven let out a shaky laugh, running a hand down his face. "That’s some tough stuff..."
"Okay... definitely feeling it now," Rose murmured, her chuckle low, her pupils slightly dilated. The heat in her gaze was no longer subtle.
The bartender nodded slowly, clearly pleased with their reactions. "Good to hear. So... does that mean I’ve just earned myself two new permanent customers?"
Corven smacked the table with a dull thud, his palm open. His skin was starting to flush, a faint pink hue rising up his neck. The drink’s emotional overload had fully sunk in, intertwining with his body like it belonged there.
"Definitely! This stuff is high quality!" he said, his voice energetic but slightly slurred. He shifted in his seat, swaying to one side just a bit.
Normally, their kind would never get drunk. Vampire physiology all but rejected toxins, making traditional alcohol useless. But this—this blood memory method—cut past those safeguards like they weren’t even there. Whatever defense their bodies had, it was gone now.