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</div><br/><br/>Alaric Richard Campbell felt disoriented as his eyes snapped open, his dark amethyst eyes flaring a bright crimson with a thinner dark red ring and two tomoe in his irises before the color receded, seemingly being absorbed into his black pupils.<br/><br/><b>"Ugh... that was disorienting... head feels like someone's trying to split it with a stick," </b>he muttered, his voice soft and slightly gruff. His fingers clenched on the asphalt, feeling the familiar heat coil deep in his belly.<br/><br/>He remembered flipping the badly beaten girl as he'd been running along hiking trails in the area, then it was a blur before he awoke. He sat up dizzily, realizing he was roughly half a mile away from where he'd found the girl.<br/><br/>He felt a dull ache on his neck just above his right collarbone, unable to see<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Ftattoodo-web.imgix.net%2Fimages%2F0%2F160113.jpg&amp;hash=5debd8593a73652372f351087066991e" href="https://tattoodo-web.imgix.net/images/0/160113.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the marking</a>that ran from the twin very faint puncture marks over his shoulder beneath his teal tank top as he tugged his jacket up, noticing the chill of the early morning air.