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Bloodlust
It happened so quickly. A black shadow flew by. Nothing but a dark blur against the dark night. That was all I saw. Then…pain! I felt your sharp teeth sink into my neck. You were aiming for the jugular. You missed. A pity. I could have been spared an eternity of darkness.
I felt the blood drain from my body. Instead of letting me die, you replaced it with your own. Now, I can feel it. Your blood, coursing through my veins. It sickens me, but there is nothing I can do about it. I will always feel it. It will never end, for I will never end. I will live forever.
Lust.
I can feel it, this lust. I feel it, need it. I want it to be gone, but at the same time, I crave it. I hide from the world, from the light. I hide from my lust. But when darkness falls, I cannot restrain myself any longer. I leave my sanctuary. I leave to hunt.
There she is. A young girl, perhaps in her late teens. Young blood is always the best. Sweet and succulent, warm but not bitter.
Lust.
I close in on my prey. She doesn’t hear me coming. She doesn’t even have time to scream before I bury my teeth in her soft, tender neck. I almost cry out as her blood enters my mouth. She is perfect, but I don’t kill hr. I can’t bring myself to do it, not this time.
I tilt her head back. Gently, I pierce my own wrist, using my own sharp teeth. I hold my hand above her mouth, letting my own blood rip down her throat.
Instantly, as if by magic, the bite marks heal. Her eyes flutter open. I know I should leave now, but I don’t. not yet. I behold the strong, gentle beauty that I have created. Her pale skin is almost glowing in the moonlight. Her soft hair falls softly around her delicate features. Her fanged smile warms my cold heart. Her dark eyes stare deep into mine.
No. she’s not looking into my eyes. Her gaze falls upon my neck. Her teeth are bared. She attacks.
I died that night. I was destroyed by my own creation, by my own lust.
This lust. I feel it.
This lust.
Bloodlust.
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