PREFACE
Sweet, sweet. Sweet!
Salty, thick, and luscious like liquid gold, flowing inside my throat, drenching the parched, burning surface.
This was how it's supposed to be. This is how I need to live!
As I drank and drank from my weakening host, I felt myself grew stronger, sharper—high. I'd craved this for so long . . . and now, I finally had it. I, again, finally tasted human blood. No, not just tasting. I fully intended to finish this wonderful course, like in fine dining.
An exquisite wine to a connoisseur. Like crack to an addict. Like blood to a vampire. To me.
Never had I imagined it tasting like this, being deprived from it for years. I had to have more.
Trickling down my chin, to my neck, the blood just flowed to my greedy mouth, sucking more than I could swallow. Such a waste. But I couldn't care less of anything right now. Right now, I was finally giving into my basic needs. Even if it meant letting a few drops fritter away.
The feeling of slushiness was beginning to settle in my stomach, the blood filling it. Yeah, just like that. Blood.
Blood: red as crimson, fulfilling like honey.
Yeah.
Then, the presence of an intruder—a predator—registered in my brain. My instincts kicked in, my body automatically protecting my prey. My prey! Mine. No, I wasn't sharing this meal with anyone else.
The predator was getting close, and my body crouched in a feral stance. Growling—growling? Hmm—I lashed at the golden-eyed magnificent creature that was stalking me.