Warm, sweet, and running on the floor.
If flows in your body until I cut your throat.
Every little movement of yours makes it flow
More freely.
I feel it on my hands, running between my fingers.
It’s warm, dark, and thrilling to feel.
The taste is bitter-sweet as I lick it of my fingers.
You scream in pain.
I laugh in triumph as I drain all your blood.
I like the taste of you blood.
It gives me life.
I am immortal because of your blood.
It now flows in my body.
You lie motionless on the floor.
You are pale, so pale.
Every ounce of blood I drink, I gain 1 year of life.
You were no my first victim.
I have lived for one hundred years and I can never die.
Thank you for quenching my thirst for blood.
I loved it.
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