I stood in the shadows watching her walk towards me. Funny! When I was a kid, a lifetime ago, I remember shuddering at the thought of being enveloped by Darkness, in whose domain it always seemed as if the outstretched claws of unseen monsters were just a whisper away . A smile broke out on my lips. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. Here I was some 20 years later, in the shadows of the night waiting patiently for my kill.
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I sank my fangs into the flesh of her neck. Her blood squirted into my mouth, quenching a thirst that had been haunting me for the past few days. I felt like I was floating. The feeling was akin to the one you get when you make love for the first time. Delightfully sensuous! I held her tight as I drank her blood with a sense of abandonment.
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At first she struggled, her autonomic nervous system kicking in. But then she gave in to me, not because she saw the futility in fighting a stronger being but because she realized that there was nothing for her to go back to. I felt this. I tasted it in her blood.
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Right from the first bite on her neck till the last drop of her blood that danced across my tongue, I felt connected to her like I did with all my victims.
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I choose my victims carefully, always looking for ones who are introverted, with social lives that are nothing to brag about. Towering over her corpse, I felt no remorse. I just liberated her from her misery.
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I sank my fangs into the flesh of her neck. Her blood squirted into my mouth, quenching a thirst that had been haunting me for the past few days. I felt like I was floating. The feeling was akin to the one you get when you make love for the first time. Delightfully sensuous! I held her tight as I drank her blood with a sense of abandonment.
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At first she struggled, her autonomic nervous system kicking in. But then she gave in to me, not because she saw the futility in fighting a stronger being but because she realized that there was nothing for her to go back to. I felt this. I tasted it in her blood.
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Right from the first bite on her neck till the last drop of her blood that danced across my tongue, I felt connected to her like I did with all my victims.
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I choose my victims carefully, always looking for ones who are introverted, with social lives that are nothing to brag about. Towering over her corpse, I felt no remorse. I just liberated her from her misery.
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