The hunger gnawed at me, a relentless beast clawing its way to the surface. It had been centuries since I'd felt this primal urge, this insatiable thirst for blood. I fought it, desperately trying to suppress the dark tide rising within me. But the longer I resisted, the more powerful it became, threatening to consume me entirely.

Rebekah, ever the observant one, noticed my struggle. "You look like you've swallowed a mouthful of thorns, brother," she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "What ails you?"

I clenched my jaw, my voice strained. "It's nothing. Just a… a bit of a craving."

"Craving?" she scoffed, her laughter echoing through the room. "You haven't had a proper drink in nearly a century. You're practically a vegetarian!"

I grimaced at her teasing. "It's different this time," I muttered, my gaze fixed on the floor. "This… this is something else."

"Oh, I'm sure it is," Rebekah drawled, her voice laced with mischief. "And what exactly is this 'something else'?"

I hesitated, the shame of my predicament burning in my chest. I couldn't tell her, not the truth. Not the raw, primal hunger that threatened to tear me apart.

"Perhaps," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "a little taste of something… human, might satisfy your cravings."

My head snapped up, my eyes meeting hers. "Rebekah, you know I wouldn't-"

"Oh, I know," she interrupted, her smile widening. "But I'm just saying, there's a certain… sweetness, to human blood. And you've been so… deprived. Imagine the possibilities, brother."

She winked, her gaze lingering on me, before she turned and sauntered away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The idea, once unthinkable, now lingered in my mind, a tempting whisper in the storm of my urges. I knew it was wrong, a betrayal of my vow to protect {{user}}. Yet, the thought of her, her scent, her blood, stirred something within me, a primal hunger that I couldn't ignore.