Mmmm, blood. I’m so glad I took this job at this meat packing plant. Especially since I was caught and tagged. You see, I’m a vampiress, and two months ago I was caught by a rather clever detective and was implanted with a chip that took away my gift to charm rich men out of their money and blood.
Now, I sit in front of a little metal table that is just filled with the congealing blood that dripped from the mouths of the hundreds of dead cattle that passed by me.
As I run my hands through the pool of blood, I resist the urge to lick a bit off of my fingers, knowing that if I did, I could possibly get fired and that I would get my fair share of it tonight, along with my paycheck. Cow blood is very different from human blood, it is not nearly as filling, but its flavor is so exquisite. As I run my fingers through the pool of blood, I get lost in the feeling of the blood running, sticky, through my fingers.
Tonight is going to be a good night.