To this day I cannot find the words to describe exactly how his blood felt as it made it’s way from his wrist to my lips. It was so wonderful, almost intoxicating! It was better than anything I’d ever tasted and i knew that blood would be the thing I’d hunger for forever. After a minute or so, he began to pant heavily as if out of breath. As his chest began to heave he tried to push me away.
“That is enough,” he told me, but i stayed latched to his arm. I felt a lust in me like never before, not for the flesh but for blood. His breathing was rapid and frantic.
“ARGH!” He cried out and pushed me off him with such force that i fell to the ground. I lay there anyway trying to catch up with my racing heart. I felt dizzy and marvelous. At length my head stopped spinning and i sat upright on the soft grass. I could recall vaguely my life before this gorgeous stranger. I remembered everything up to about a week before. Where had my sister gone? Where was I? what was i doing? My mind became a muck with questions.