Crave.

Crave. Is copyrighted by Heather Campbell, also know as hvc12321

Enjoy.

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The rush. The eternal craving for your blood. I crave you. But I can't merely just kill you...

My name is Elizabeth and I am a vampire. 3,578 years old to be exact. I was changed into a vampire by another unintentionally. He was going to kill me. I made a deal. As long as he doesn't kill me, I have to do everything he says with reason.

Luckily, he went missing so I ran. As fast as I could as far as I could. I swear time must have been slow because next thing I knew I was across the world.

He can control technology. Of course I don't know if he's even alive and if he is... He's the one I crave the most. The one who haunts my every step and I'm willing to die as long as he does too.

I will find him. I mean it's not like I'm going to die from humans mortal weapons, please I've been shot before. They aren't alive anymore but it tastes sweet. The warm sensation and bitter-sweet taste.

I haven't had a live person in more than a hundred years. Short amount of time, I know and my thirst gauge is almost on empty.

To get my victims I find a sporty type. Although after all of this time, I could go for anybody. I hide. In their own home. Closets, under beds, in the corners, all the places you think little kids are crazy about saying? Sometimes they aren't wrong. I make noises in night to scare people. Doesn't mean I do anything.

Clicking. Quiet whispers commanding things too them. No I don't kill them. Most of the time. It gives me little joy to know I can make my sorrow of all my loved ones dying, into waves of fear into other people.

One last thing for today. I don't have to breathe. It's pointless if your heart is stone. This means I can travel from continent to continent in seconds. I will hunt him down. For all you know, you could be his neighbor. Maybe I'm on a hunt for blood. I need the blood to survive ya know.