I never liked the cold taste of steel in my mouth.
For as much as I loved to drain a broad of her soft, sweet crimson as my lips penetrated her neck, the reality is, it's the erotic warmth of her flesh against my cold lips I adore.
It's not as as lovely when it's six inches of steel down your throat forcing you to only breathe through your nose until you forget how and have to breathe through your blood-soaked mouth.
That's the very situation I'm in at the present moment.
I found myself in a dingy cantina in some Mexican town after getting drugged and kidnapped following my escape from home.
The drugging was willing as I tried acid and marijuana all at once to forget her taste but no amount of toxins could make me forget the night I first made love to the girl I blindly loved without remorse.
She was cold, dark, and very reserved even if you got to know her although when I did, she had a charming yet adorably shy side.
She'd flush completely red when nervous which happened to be all the time. Her ghostly pale skin so soft and pink to touch and while her outside felt cold all throughout, I felt an immense warmth as I kissed her body and experienced my first love.
It would only last two days as she would unveil dark secrets about herself slowly. She undressed her wounds, unthreaded her skin, and broke her body apart.
I would find myself blacking out that second night with a comforting bite to my neck and the piercing of needles throughout my body.
My eyes opened in a daze to the entirety of my body either numb or blissfully in pain.
I'm not a masochist but rather a romantic and I tend to let it justify anything that happens between me and my end goal of loving a woman.
She was standing over my body eating, something. She was covered in blood and sensually licking her arms and bare skin until she noticed me again.
She kneeled and smiled.
"Still alive I see. Looks like you're enjoying it. Your eyes are so cute; so is your pale face and somber red hair. It matches those bloody bites on your neck. I think you're prettier this way. You seem at peace.
Unfortunately, I'll have to cut that blissfulness just a little bit short. Now, don't open your eyes. You don't want to see what I'll do to you."
She said it with the most soothing voice I've ever heard. Her short black hair parted to her right with every tip as sharp as the pain inflicted all over my body at that moment.
She proceeded to eat something inside of me and bite every corner of my body notably, my neck.
Her nails dug deep into my skin like razors and the determination to tear my wrapping open like a child on Christmas morning.
She neared my face and kissed my nose with her bloody lips. She smiled and giggled before biting her lips seductively with her face tilted to her left; kneeling like a beautiful succubus at the foot of my bed after awaking from a nightmare.
A tinge of blood trickled from whence her fangs pierced and before I blacked out, she kissed me, perhaps for the last time.
All I could feel was the strange ecstasy of the pain she inflicted me with as she bit me with passion and hatred.
I'd blackout with a smile on my face only to awake in the back of beat up compact car with a frown upon seeing what awaited me.
There was a tall bearded man with long black hair and a coarse cough driving and smoking cigarettes which made the car smell of death. All but the driver's window were rolled and between gasps of air and confusion, I made unintelligible noises.
