075 - Vegetarian
And the best, the best thing, the abso-fucking-lutely best thing?
You used to be a vegetarian.
Hah! World away from that now. The million miles you could run without hunting for a breath you flounced around the red stuff and now you hunger for it every waking moment. Flowers in the fringes of your vision, blood. Every next man's a victim.
You like victims. You like to hear them. You savour every moan, scream, whimper, gasp, groan, hot wet whisper in the dead of night. Your teeth sink into flesh and you're sated. Drink your fill, go on, you dare yourself. Like you could resist the ironic metallic flavour of the crimson intoxicant just the way you can't resist legs spread wide for you and hair fanned out on the white bedsheets soon to be stained the colour that makes you lose control.
Laugh at your own pale skin, tip the fedora up a little for a smouldering look at the next man in your personal queue. The best ones live. There's one with that fluffy pink hair you'll keep forever in your room and he bites too with teeth so blunt it's laughable.
You're always laughing.
Used to be a veggie, loved the salad option with a garnish and croutons. Now the best accompaniment is this curiously willing mortal and the lick of his sweet fluids in the heat of a passionate night.
Vampires. I wrote this as Larxene but if you like you can probably imagine it as anybody. Marluxia's enough of a slut for it.