<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Melly-Unkown </span><br/><br/>As Cameron spoke, Melly felt a slight movement in the air, like something was happening. Her master instantly popped into her mind. She felt sad, if only for a second. She frowned physically shaking her head and shoulders, as if shaking off the sadness. She looked back at the man, feeling a small connection with him, something that may grow with time.<br/><br/>"I'm......sorry." Seeing his head drop, she thought her words had struck a sensitive spot. Her intentions was never to hurt him, she was curious. Arman never had a desire to create her, the others had told him too. If he regretted it, she never knew. She was curious if he regretted Paul. "I never meant to hurt your feelings, please! I ju-" She jumped back as he called out, falling to the ground. Her mouth flew open, her eyes wide. What was going!? The pain she saw in his eyes when he looked up at her gave her a sick feeling. She went to him, dropping on her knees, and grabbed his face. "What's wrong? Tell me!"<br/><br/>Her head snapped around, looking at the door. Nostrils flared and the color of her eyes changed, the hazel becoming red. Her lips parted, and her canines grew, protruding out her mouth. Through the door, stumbled in a young man, carrying a girl who was bleeding profusely. Had the blood not triggered her hunger, she might have wondered why the man looked like an older version of Paul, and why he was carrying a female. But she didn't, her mind could register one thing only, how good her blood smelled, and how it was time to feed again.  Her muscles tensed as she sat on her knees, watching as they placed the child on the bed. Her eyes widened, the girls blood was pooling around her, dripping on the ground. Moving swiftly, Melly went to the drippings and dipped her fingers in the blood. Bringing her hand to her mouth, her tongue slid out her mouth, and she licked the blood off. As soon as the still hot liquid touched her tongue, a deep moan escaped her.