The enticing stench of human flesh was intoxicating and I knew I had to have it. I could see its pulse, the blood floe rushing through its veins. I pounced on it like a wild animal on it's prey. I plunged my fangs into it's neck piercing its Jugular vein and I let the blood flow ooze down my throat. As I swallowed another delicious mouthful of warm thick blood, i couldn't get enough. I felt like a drug addict eager for my next fix. I dropped the unconscious limp body out of my grip as I had drained the life out of it and it was no longer any use to me. I knew it was immoral but my body was throbbing for more.
I raced down the old spine staircase, through the rocky cragg and opened a squeaky wooden barn door. Inside was an old musty fireplace with burnt out logs placed carelessly on top. The carpet had blood stains spluttered everywhere, the wallpaper was peeling sluggeredly off the damp walls. A chair cowardly sitting in the corner remants of another victim soul, finding solace in the very being of the chair, as its vessel had been so awfully defecated, placed the disaster that had happened in this room..but this was just the beginning. The only thing that was prefect was a large carved golden frame hanging on the wall, studying the torture that they had witness. In it looked like a content, cosy family, but I noticed one particular face, the one that stood out the most. It was him, of course it was him. His gorgeous burgundy eyes looking at my intensely. Those eyes that had made me fall into his trap. His complexion not a bit like mine at all, it seemed he was blushing embarrassed over something....
The aroma was back, I knew it was coming closer, I darted out of the room and followed the heavenly smell. I was hungry now; I wanted to kill, to savage this animal. All of a sudden he was there, in the middle of what looked like the great hall; he was staring at me, gazing passionately at my face. He smiled that sort of smile where my heart would have melted. Then he whipsered from across the hollow room 'Forever.' I knew what he meant but something inside of me was screaming, shouting going against the thing I had always wanted! I knew now there was something more that I yearned for, something I would kill for.....
Blood.
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The Changed Obsession
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