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Marceline’s arms itched.
No… no, itched wasn’t the right word. It was less of a tangible sensation, less of a tingling than she would describe. It was an urge, sitting just beneath her skin, aching to be set free. An urge, sitting in the back of her mind, feral but oh-so-human, alien from her vampiric urges, whispering at her to spill her friends’ blood over the floor, watching as the crimson pools onto the cool grounds beneath her feet.
The best part about accelerated regeneration is that it never leaves scars.
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