As soon as her blood touched my lips, a wave of hot, electric pain passed through my body, and I would have stopped drinking the blood if I could have, but it wouldn’t let me. It had found its home.

I passed out.

Then I saw her, in my mind’s eye. She was walking down a night time street, populated with blurry, out of focus people. She must have noticed me then, because she stopped walking, and smiled. She looked right at me, and blew me a kiss.

Then she was gone, again.

I woke up hours later, there on my dirty kitchen floor. My wounds from the night before were stitching themselves together, and the skull fracture itched so fiercely that a whimper of pain escaped my lips before I could stifle it. I closed my eyes, and noticed a whisper in the back of my mind.

It was her, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. The harder I listened, the more obscure she became.

I still missed her, because I’m a fool.