Addicted

Preface

I know this is a dream. I know because its always the same one. Over and over again. Im Standing in a big dark room. The tall windows black because of the night outside. Only candles that scattered around the room produce just enough light to see my surroundings.

There are bodies spread around my feet, frankly i dont even care. I notice im covered in a warm sticky liquid, my face, my hands, my dress, im covered head to toe in... Blood. My long black hair filthy with the stuff. My eyes now a deep red.

The blood belongs to the people at my feet, the old, the young, buisnessmen and women gardners, tourists... Children.

Im not scared or shocked by the scene im happy and im proud that i did this. I see my meal on the floor and i smile to myself at my accomplishment yet I am not satisfied, I NEED MORE!

The coldness of my skin doesn't bother me, Im distracted by something else, hunger. A painfull stab in my stomch keeps reminding me that i need to feed, the burning in my throat almost unbearable, and then I hear it. Its what i've been waiting for. The sound of little feet scuttling along the marble floor. I could almost smell her fear.

Oh yes, she will do just fine.

I find her under the large, wood desk hugging her knees into her chest tightly, you could just make out the tiny tears rolling down her little face and the tiny wimpers comming out of her mouth. She couldn't be older than 6. Her ponytails on either side of her head had loosend and some hair was flling out here and there,her big blue eyes stared back at me. Oh yes she was terrified. Thats what i loved to see in my victims eyes. FEAR.

I grabbed her from under the desk and sank my fangs into her neck as she screemed and struggled to get out of my strong grip. A few seconds later her small body went limp and i could finish my meal in peace.

Oh yes, I am a monster and i love it.