Creature of the Night
Blood
I can't stop thinking about it.
I remember the smell when I lost my arm. So metallic, the thought used to make my stomach turn.
Now all I can think is how much I want to taste it.
My mouth waters.
Discusting, thick, hot...
Blood.
Something has changed
I remember a presence.
When you live your life on the edge, you develop a keen sense.
It came at me but I fought.
It bit and tore at my skin but I pulled my 9mm and shot without hesitation.
I was hurt.
I stumbled away but the pain was blinding.
My skin was on fire.
The phantom pain in my arm was excruciating.
I must have passed out.
Now all I can think of is blood.
Sweet, tangy, delicious...
Blood
I have become a creature of the night