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Preface
I want to avoid it, but the addicting scent of his blood only brings me closer. I can't stop myself even though I want to so much it is painful.
Emmery told me about this unstoppable addiction before, but somehow I could never imagine it until this night. It drives me crazy to even picture that trying to save him will only increase his chances of death caused by my presence.
As I could resemble myself to an animal more and more, I felt my eyes flood like a well overflowing in someone's backyard, and pour out into thin, clear lines racing down my face and off my chin.
Emmery's blood flowed onto the floor rapidly and I couldn't help myself. I regret it to this very day, but, oh…his blood! I was covered in it merely seconds after being lured to his body.
The taste is sensational, but I keep trying to convince myself that it is the most putrid odor and taste, but I …can't. If I drink anymore surely Emmery's life will be done away with only because of dawn.