The ecstasy of this moment overtakes me, I almost swoon. He caresses my back still, unaware of the imminent danger he is in, and I like it. I whisper in his ear and he chuckles, I return to biting, eagerly lapping up the sweet blood that trickles. He has begun to realize that something’s wrong, but oh… oh it is too late for him. He’s already too pale, he’s trying to call for help- I can’t let him do that.

I put my hand over his mouth, gently, just enough so he can’t scream. “Ssh… don’t spoil this moment.” I murmur into his ear, I giggle as his body tenses. He is scared of me, little me. We are near the loft window with the sliding doors. I worry about the wound on his neck, brush it with my fingertips. I am pleasantly surprised when it seems to vanish. I push him against the wall, “accidentally” open the loft doors. His nearly unconscious eyes roll in terror. I grin, “Good bye…”

His body crumples on the ground and I run, screaming. I have to play the part. In the bathroom, I clean up.

Still hungry.