Blood Thirsty

Chapter 3 (Jasper POV)

Blood. Sweet, thick, pure. Blood.

There honestly aren't enough words in the English language to describe how feeding feels. Nothing will ever beat the ecstasy of fresh blood seeping throughout your veins. Your skin tingles, and it brings a warm touch to my otherwise cold, leathery skin. It's an over do desire fulfilled at last. There was a time in my life where killing an innocent made my nonexistent soul quiver. Now however, I relish the power it gives me. The power it takes to create a mewling, moaning victim in my arms is euphoric.

 
You can imagine the burning, aching sensation my body succumbs to over time. It starts in your throat, like a dry cotton mouth sensation. From there it spreads out into your chest, ceasing what small heart beat you had left. Without this false blood flow your brain begins to short circuit, your extremities start to cramp and numb. Today's blood flow wasn't needed, I wasn't exactly hungry but I've become somewhat of a sadist, the kill itself was enough to make this enjoyable.

I drained every last drop from the women's neck. She lay strewn across my bed. I have to admit- she was a delicacy. Dark chestnut curls framed her pale angular features. Delicate hands with perfect nails, her chest was perfectly proportioned to fit her hour glass figure. She had a simple chain round her neck with a golden 'A' emblem. Ambrye was her name. I found her knee deep in the pits of Luster, a night club in Hawick. I brought her here to play with, she'd asked for it anyhow. After everything that's happened in this past week I needed the release. Now it was my turn to do what I wanted; that was to feed. 

So tired, so hungry, so dirty...Mmmm, blood.

I didn't mind my thoughts linking with hers; swirling around, connecting. I saw every last memory she has - had. I don't always choose to see them but today I didn't mind.

Once I'm satisfied its time for cleanup. Melissa works as a mortician a few days out of the week, we kept a small room in our house for victims not left to the streets. She takes them with her to dispose of. I add Ambrye to the group.

I wander down the hall a ways and nudge open the bathroom door. I start the steaming shower and lean against the sink while I scroll my phone for some music. Once the steam starts to reach the mirror I strip down and step into the shower. I let the water run over me, imagining that it flows through my skin - along my tense nerves. The water this hot almost makes my skin feel human. I don't wish to go back to that, but sometimes, though I never admit it, it feels good to hold something warm and soft. I wasn't in the mood to eat actual food or to go out and do anything. Perhaps now I'd try to lay in bed and fall asleep. I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around my waist. Wiping the fog away from the mirror I see a small smudge of blood I missed. I stare at myself for a moment and wipe it away.

I had made it to bed, but I couldn't help but toss and turn. Melissa was lighting lavender incense that wafted down the hallway and slipped under the peeps of my door. Growing up our mother always kept the house smelling like honeysuckle and lavender, or so I was told. I turn my music back on and try to block out any intrusive thoughts that may come.
I was still too tense to sleep. After the lyrics of 'Coma White' swarm around in my head for a little bit, finally I fall asleep, dreaming of the mother I never knew.

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