Blood Thirst

How it all started

I grew up the same as every normal kid. I ate all my food, drank plenty of milk, and was generally happy. Everyday was the same. I had a routine to wake up and go outside. I always loved being outside. I especially loved being outside at night. I wasn't allowed outside to long past dark. I never knew why. I never asked why. My mother always demanded that I was inside and in bed shortly after sunset. I just thought that she was strict and wanted to see me at all times and she couldn't do that if it was dark out. But if I was slow to coming inside she would panic and she always made it seem like it was extremely urgent that I come inside. I never thought twice about it, it was my every day life it was completely normal for me. Even if we were out late and it was getting close to sunset and we weren't home yet she would stop at a hotel for the night. I never understood why it was so vital that I was inside after dark. I had no problem with going in and going to sleep after dark until one day sleeping seemed impossible. No matter how I tossed and turned, no matter how many sheep I counted, I couldn't sleep for the life of me. So I stayed up. I was awake past my bedtime for several hours until I started feeling hungry. Extremely hungry. I've never left my room at night so there is no way I could get away with leaving to get a snack. The hunger got worse. Much much worse. It was almost crippling every time my stomach growled. The worst part was I didn't even know what I was hungry for. I just knew I had to eat. The hunger got so bad I felt like I was going to turn into dust. Finally I decided that I had to eat. As quietly as I could I snuck out of my room down the hall to the kitchen. The house was silent. Dead silent. I was pretty spooked because I've never seen my house like this. But no matter, I had to eat. My stomach was growling every few seconds now and it was almost impossible to walk quietly. I stumbled over to the fridge and swung the door open. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of meat. More importantly, blood. I tore apart the fridge until I found it. A big, raw, beautiful steak. A wave of lust for the blood came over me and I shredded the package off of the meat and took a big whiff of the raw steak. The aroma of blood almost brought me to my knees. I sunk my teeth into the steak and ripped it apart. With every bite I took the better I felt. I finished the steak and licked the blood off of my fingers. I felt as if there was fire in my veins. I felt amazing. I felt invincible. I felt inhuman. I had such a rush of adrenaline that my hands shook. All of a sudden I was exhausted. I yawned and made my way back to my bed. It was such a sudden and strong sense of exhaustion that I didn't think to clean up the meat wrapper or clean up my face. The moment my head hit the pillow I passed out full and satisfied. I fell into a deep comforting sleep.