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I had been laying across the front seat for a while, just concentrating on breathing, when suddenly my throat burned with thirst. I remembered all of Isabel's warm blood spilling down her leg and dripping into neat pools, and I ached with just the thought of it.
I wanted it. I NEEDED it.
Here it comes, I thought. This is it. The monster in me-it's about to be unleashed.
There was a knock on the window and I looked up. There was a man peering in at me, looking concerned. "Hey! Are you OK?"
I just stared at the man. There was something strange about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it...
"Can you hear me?" he yelled, tapping on the window again. Numbly, I nodded. "Open the door!"
Suddenly, the thirst hit me like a wave. Not mine, but his. His thirst, his need for blood was far more powerful than mine, and I could tell he was desperate to get it.
Wait a second...thirst for blood...this guy isn't...? He's not a vampire, is he? No way! If he is, I don't know what in the hell I'm gonna do! He's probably WAAAYYY stronger than me, and...
My thoughts trailed off. And suddenly, I could sense his blood flowing through him. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was a thousand times stronger than Isabel's blood, and my need for it was a thousand times greater.
I had to get it. I would do anything to get it. I would kill to get it.
I reached over and opened the door. "Hey, thanks. I just saw your truck parked on the side of the road and I got worried..." the man trailed off.
"What a load of bullshit," I said, and at first he stared, but then he just smirked.
"I guess we'll cut to the chase, huh?"
"I guess," I said, smirking, and just as he was about to reach out, I grabbed a lock of his hair, and lodged my fangs into his neck. Drinking, drinking.
I leaned back and smiled. I had barely consumed any blood, and yet, I felt like I could run a marathon. I could go months without blood.
I'd found my loophole.