Blood Drug
Prologue
The scent floated on the breeze that ruffled the tree leaves of Mystic Falls. It was Human but not entirely. And that's what drew the Fanged, pale ones near. Once they caught the scent of that intoxicating smell, there was no going back. That scent just made you want to taste, and once it enters your system, you're hooked for life; that is, until your truly dead- for good. It was made for them, pacifically. For their bodies, taste, system. Everything. The same way custom clothes are made for certain people. Once it was in your possession, you would go to hell and back again just to keep it, for it to be yours. You would do unimaginable things just for a glance, for a sniff. Anything, to be near. Though it is rare, and mostly none have heard or know about it; it chose to pass through Mystic Falls.