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Female blood tastes much better than Male
"Ahh!" A young girl about 5 years old screamed as I used my sand to rip her arm off and crush it between the small grains. Crimson blood floated through the midnight air majestically. I smiled manically and her large brown eyes stared up at me with fear, disgust and hints of recognition. She sat on her knees, her right hand gripping the stub of her left arm, she still looking at me tears flowing down her face as she whimpered to me pathetically.
"P-ple-ase d-don't, don't h-hurt m-me any-anymore, l-let me g-go, please."
My dark laugh pierced the air like a knife; it was the same kind of laugh that one would use it a friend told a funny joke, the only difference was my laugh held hatred, delight, and even insanity. My sea foam green eyes narrowed in disgust, and I took a deliberately slow step forward and leaned my body closer to hers.
"You pathetic little human, you aren't going anywhere but I promise you won't hurt much longer, because I'm going to kill you." I grinned down at her,
She tried to back away as my sand coffin enveloped and released one final short melodious scream as I crush her completely her flesh and bone turned to dust completely under my firm grip. And her dark red blood dripped out of the sand and onto the dirt with a plopping sound. Soon a large puddle of blood formed in the back of the alleyway. And I disappeared into the shadows. And for the first time in 5 years I knew I existed.
I was five years old the first time I killed, it was midnight, that little girl I killed lived next door to me her name was Koneko. She was beautiful, she also had delicious blood. Maybe some of the best I've had. Three nights later I killed again that time though it was a man.
"No!" The teenager scream in agony as I ripped off his arms and legs, the blood spread out underneath his body. The teenager, Makota closed his eyes as tears spilled out as he lay waiting to die. I grinned impishly and slowly walked over to him and watched as his sandy blond hair began to get soaked with blood, and his blue eyes began to glaze over in pain. I leaned down over him and licked the trail of blood off his sun-kissed face, a shiver of ecstasy coursed through my body as I began to suck harder on his flawless face. I moved down lower so I could suck more blood except this time I wasn't sucking on his face but rather his neck. I pressed myself further into him and I could begin to feel his jagged pulse.
"S-stop." He whispered almost silently.
I pulled myself off of him and stared down at him while frowning, then I put my sand over his body and crushed him, his blood began to pour out into a puddle on the dirt that made me excited again. I reached down and set my hand in the blood and then I began to trace markings on the ground with it. It was beautiful.
His blood hadn't even compared to Koneko. Makota's blood was sourish but still good but Koneko, her blood was extraordinary it was beautifully sweet. That was when I decided female blood tasted much better than male blood, so much better.