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Turning her eyes to the frightened girl behind the doors window, Orihime felt her heart rate spike, her sweat smelt divine. Licking her lips she wished the door was thicker so she hadn’t needed to smell the fear. Fear was enough to drive her insane, send her into a ravished state that left the victim in pieces. Coming out of the fog induced sedative, Orihime stopped dead in her tracks staring into the terrified girls eyes. Averting her eyes she stared at her hand instead, smirking she looked back up at the girl who was frozen to the spot, locked on Orihime’s flawless face. 1

Clenching her hand into a fist and before anyone could stop her or notice, Orihime slammed it into the glass and grabbed the girl by the pathetically thin pyjamas she wore. They tore as Bella struggled against Orihime who screamed in annoyance. Retracting her hand she pulled the door open instead, the people she had come in with had frozen in place, watching in mock horror as Orihime went crazy at Bella who screamed bloody murder. 2

Half starved Orihime wasted no time. She had sunk her teeth into the screaming girls neck the instant the door had been opened. When her screaming stopped more opened up outside the door, gulping down the blood she barely even felt the batons on the back of her legs and strike the back of her skull. Not even flinching she drained the girl and turned on the orderlies attacking her. Behind the orderlies she could see who was screaming now, Orihime took in the curly brown haired girl clearly for the first time, and she looked small and quaint. But there was nothing in her scent, nothing that drew any interest to her hunger. The orderly was something else though, Orihime couldn’t resist something aged.