George fidgeted with the empty blood bag, his eyes downcast. "So, about this blood core thing..." he began hesitantly. "When I first felt it, it was... intense. Violent, even. Tossed me around my house like a rag doll."
He glanced up, noticing Amara's furrowed brow and concerned expression. 'Huh, so this isn't normal?' he thought.
Amara tilted her head, her playful demeanor momentarily set aside. "That's... unusual. I've never heard of a blood core manifesting quite like that."
"Great," George sighed. "So I'm a freak among freaks?"
Amara chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Hey, look at it this way – you're special."
"Lucky me," George muttered, but a small smile tugged at his lips.
As the sun climbed higher, Amara stood, stretching languidly. "We should find some shade. I know a great abandoned spot at the edge of the city. Perfect for new vampires still getting their sea legs."