Damien's Awakening

Fascination

Marvelous...truely marvelous. This enchanting liquid was something of a spectacle. I stood there in that one spot in my room, grasping my forearm, watching the crimson as it soon begins to create a puddle on my ancient wooden floors. As I watched. I felt something begin to envolve inside of me. My very will was bending in the crimson's favor....I couldn't control myself. I did something unspeakable.

I slowly got down to my knees, keeping the steady flow of the crimson from my hand intact, I gravitated towards the small puddle...I first examine it, getting lost in it's wonder as I begin to snuff the crimson. The scent of copper is almost overwhelming. I snuff again, but this time as a deep inhale, letting the rich aroma fill my nostrils, giving me the same effect of an unbelievable high. Next I hesitantly dipped my finger in the puddle, feeling for it's consistency. To my amazement it felt as if it was semi-runny...neither being too thick or too light. My curiosity was reaching its pinnacle....I couldn't take it anymore!

I leaned my face towards the puddle and licked the crimson off the floor....The flavor was truly astonishing. It was sweet, and yet sour at the same time. I couldn't get enough of it...I licked...and licked...and licked till there was nothing left. I then turned to my hand, giving that same wicked look at it...but this time I longed for it. I licked the dried blood from my hand, giving me a less than accurate feeling of satisfaction. The flavor wasn't the same...It HAD to be fresh...I cursed again as I collapsed onto the floor, near where the puddle of crimson used to be. I leaned my face over the area to smell the remnants of the divine liquid, obtaining the same high that I once had. At that moment, I realized that I wanted more...much more. Heh...I smiled again, feeling that same wickedness tugging at my lips once more, maybe that rifle wouldn't be such a bad gift after all.