Thirst

The changing general cocked his head towards Herobrine, who was watching intently. Suddenly, the sky began to swirl into storm clouds, and bats joined in the tornado of clouds. The general hunched over, black strains of hair blowing with the strengthening wind. He brushed his fingers over his pained teeth. Fangs. V-Vampire... He thought. (Rewrite of Unforgettable Curse)