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"Oh." Darrel replied.

He then drank down half of it, before pausing.

"....hm." he mumbled.

But before Casey could ask anything, he just shrugged and finished it quickly.

"...you said this was Lindsay's?" he then asked her suspiciously.

"I did." Casey replied.

"Well. That explains a lot." Darrel replied, looking at the bag.

Darrel just finished the bag of Ash's blood, and then put the straw in the other one.

But he paused as he was about to drink out of it.

"....um..." he mumbled.

"Who's is this?" he asked her.

"It's not... labelled or anything." he said.

Darrel was shaking as he looked at the blood bags... one of them darker than the other. It was clear that they'd come from two different sources. One was labelled at 'Ash', and the other... wasn't labelled.

He was silent, as he looked ready to literally tear into them... until Casey handed him a straw.

He quickly grabbed the straw and jabbed it into the bag, before starting to thirstily down the contents of the bag labelled 'Ash'.

And Casey could see it in his expression and body language. He looked like an addict, getting his fix, and being ashamed of himself for it.

Darrel was silent as he looked at Casey, and then at the bags.

When he saw what they were, his eyes developed a certain look to them.

There was a carnal... feral... unbridled bloodlust in them.

And Darrel looked crazy with them right now.

His pupils had shrank... and they were quivering some... before he seemed to snap back to his senses.

He quickly withdrew from her, and looked scared now.

Lindsay looked over towards Casey, and thought for a moment.

"A bottle of that lemonade that Ash made." he told her.

"It's so sweet, but so refreshing." he said further.

"Just... overall, love it. It's the best lemonade." he commented.

"Thanks." he finished with a smile.

Darrel was obviously unaware that he was being watched... observed.

He continued to inch his way towards the phone, stopping at the table it was resting on. He fell to his knees and put his hands on the table, his nose at the same level at the phone.

His eyes were wide, and his nose was going wild, as he continued to stare at the device.

He then reached a hand out... slowly towards the phone... before he snapped it back and then collapsed to the floor, holding himself back and shaking slightly.

Darrel watched her disappear, and then looked at her phone... covered in blood.

"......." he was silent as he looked at it.

He then looked left. Then right.

He then took a step towards the phone.

This was followed by yet another look to the left and right... and this continued, as he slowly made his way closer to the phone, step by step.

Darrel retreated a bit when she held her hand out.

"Ah!" he exclaimed.

"N-n-no..." he said.

'No." he repeated.

"It's fine." he told her.

"It's... it's just... it's fine." he insisted, sweat started to trickle down his face.

"Just... just go to your uncle." he told her.

"Ah... ah..." Darrel stammered.

"Ah... y... yeah... y-yeah." he said.

"Yeah... yeah, sure." he repeated.

That was when Samantha noticed something else.

Darrel's nose was going wild. It was sniffing all over the place, like it had detected something... delectable.

"Home." Rene responded.

"I took a few days off." he told her.

"So you can show up here at any time." he went on.

"I'll get the supplies ready." he then said further.

"See you when you get it." he finished, before hanging up.

All the while, Darrel seemed to still be frozen where he was.

".....yeah." Rene replied.

"I got time." he told her.

"You want me to go there? Or can you make it here?" he then asked.

Just as Rene asked that question, Darrel... who had finished his shower and had dried off and gotten changed... had made his way downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

However, when he got closer to Sammy, she noticed him freeze up.

Completely and utterly.

After a few seconds of ringing, the phone was answered.

"Hey." the one on the other side said.

"You got Rene." he said further.

"That you, Sammy?" he asked, having looked at the caller I.D. before answering.

"What can I do for ya?" he asked further.

"Overdid the running thing again?"

When she placed her hand where she'd hit... she noticed it felt... wet.

And when she brought her hand out in front of her... she found blood on it.

Which made Evan stop in his tracks.

"......" he was silent, before looking around in a panicked way... and then bolted.

He was scared, and his natural reaction was to hide somewhere... probably under a bed or couch.

Evan was silent for a moment, and looked over towards his sister.

He was still... almost like a statue... but took a small step back.

She noticed that he seemed to be hunched up a little... and the fur on his tail was a bit frazzled.

And she knew that meant one thing...

He was in a very playful mood... and he'd spotted his 'prey' for the 'hunt'.