(A/N: Okay, so I saw this post on .com, and although I don't normally write things that have been asked on a prompt blog, I couldn't help but at least start this off, I might continue it on if it's liked enough, but anyway, please enjoy and review ^.^)
Demon blood, it wasn't like you'd expect it to be. It was hot and tempting and God it was orgasmic. I could feel the dark warmth of forbidding power slip down my throat as I drunk it, thicker than water and yet, I couldn't resist the sweet temptation.
It wasn't like when you cut your thumb and you placed it in your mouth in a way to stop the bleeding. It wasn't salt-y, nor was it like copper. It was sweet, and all I could do was taste it on the tip of my tongue.
I knew Cas and Dean couldn't except this, and I try to wipe the disappointment from my mind as a I drink more of the sweetness that could only come from the blood of demons. The power was exhilarating, it awoke every nerve in my body and set them on fire. I felt more alive, I felt like everything in me had waited for the moment that the blood would touch my lips.
I could feel it travel through my veins, dragging the power that I never thought I would posses. Perhaps it was wrong, a monstrous act, but I loved it all the same. I would gulp it down like I had to have it, like it was all I had to depend on.
Dean's face was printed on the back of my closed lids. The look of full on disappointment, a look as though he had lost me, but I can't pull away from the blood.
Once I am done drinking it, when I can't get anymore and I feel the power searing through my veins, I still lean back, and place my head in my hands and lick my lips.
"I'm sorry," I whisper into my hands, I can't take it anymore, I'm a monster and I don't hate myself for it.