The smell and taste of fresh blood excited Jane. It gave her goose bumps all over. After a few sips she felt the adrenaline rush of energy run through her like an electric shock. She looked at the warm puddle of blood on the floor licking her lips and languishing in the rush. Nothing like the taste of human blood.
She stood up and looked down at her husband's lifeless body. No feeling of guilt or remorse, just pure satisfaction and contentment.
Jane walked to the sink to wash the blood off her beautifully manicured hands and started to clean up the kitchen. She stepped over and around her husband's body as if it was a piece of trash. She picked up a bloody cup and flash backed to her fond memories of her first taste and exhilarating excitement making it the most powerful addiction imaginable.