Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the sexy kind, but a foul attorney with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart ever started racing, though your legs refused to? Have you felt time slow as the creature cross the room in the darkness of a blink?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under you chin, so it could expose your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that's seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse– the flow that leads to your brain?
Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as of savouring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood– some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. Let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?
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