Once in a red moon

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Munchkin ran all over the kitchen, every paw that hit the counter sent a cloud of dust in all directions. The dust avoiding her sleek, black fur almost on purpose. Her deep amber eyes fixated on the orange candle flame in the other room. In that room stood Mark. His contacts were gone, showing orange eyes that lead the flame in its magnificent dance. He began holding his arm still over the bowl as Munchkin began rubbing against his leg. He quickly placed her into a box, where she began a nice nap that would soon be obstructed by the smell of blood. He quickly held his arm out over the bowl. In one quick blurr, knife flesh blood... drip... drip... drip..., the blood began to drip slowly into the bowl. He stood silently until... woosh his blood comes spilling out of his vein like a fountain, threatening to overflow the large wooden bowl. Munchkin wakes up and stretches out, jumping from the box to the table in effortless grace. Mark quickly scratches the little white spot on her chest, the only white bit of fur on her body. Her amber eyes stare into his bright orange ones for a second, as if to tell him his blood is no longer splilling. He quickly grabs the milk from the fridge and pours it in. The flame almost moves with him as he stirs the mixture, adding his movements subtly into the flames graceful dance. Without waiting a second he chugs the mixture, the pink liquid tastes almost like cold liquid metal. "Were just gonna have to see if I did it right, wont we munchkin?" The cat let's out a small mew when he says this, holding out its chin to be scratched. "Oh you silly kitty"