He chuckled into my neck, his cool minty breath hitting my bare skin, "You don't get it do you?" he flicked his tongue on top of my pulse, "I want your blood. All of it."
My knees grew weak, it was his hold keeping me in place, "Kitten I want your sweet, tasty blood. I got addicted to it the moment I had a taste of its drop," He chuckled darkly, "It was like love at first bite." Then I felt two of his sharp fangs pierce into my skin.
The taste of his blood going down my throat is so addicting and I can't stop but now he's becoming light and as soon as I was finish to drink his blood, he fell to his his knees dead. Well, I guess I killed another innocent human but it's in my nature.