Metaphoric Blood
By PNS*
I tried to capture all that vampires feel about drinking blood. I tried to understand it. It kinda leans towards Angel 2.
"What's it like?"
"What's it like? It's like beautiful poetry."
"I need more."
"You want more? Are you prepared for more? It's like feeling the whole universe flowing inside you. It's like the 7 seas are pumping in your veins. You can feel every drop of blood and every atom on this planet. Time seems to stand still. For a brief moment, you walk among the living. Your heart beats to itself and sings with the essence of life. The blood courses from someone into you, and then you are connected to everyone they ever met, ever felt, ever saw. Suddenly you are the center of the world. Then it slows. It ebbs, starting at your feet and draws back, and you feel dead again. The orgasmic experience is fading and you are left in the aftermath. It makes you want to do it again, it's the worst and the best drug in the world. It can drive you mad or send you to the top of the world."
"Give it to me."
"I can't. You know that."
"But it's only you standing between me and happiness. For both of us. Tell me you don't miss it."
"I do miss it. But not as much as I'll miss myself."
"What's that good for? Where has it gotten you? Pain? Suffering? Torment?"
"It bought me a place in heaven."
"Doesn't exist."
"I have to believe."
"You give me what I've always wanted and I'll give you blissful emptiness. No more pain or suffering."
"God. I need it."
"Don't fight it. It's all in your mind." With that she touched his head. He closed his eyes and groaned. Then he roared back and his face changed. The girls pale shoulder was level with his red lips. He sunk his teeth into the flesh. It was like butter. Rich and slightly soft.
Then the warm, sticky life sustaining fluid filled his mouth. It rolled over his tongue and coated his mouth. Salty and metallic he relished the taste. It was to long since he had done that last. He pulled the girl closer. An array of feelings and images came as he explored her history through her blood.
He could see the aura around her. It's luscious rainbow was dimming. The hand that had gripped the back of his neck loosened. It felt cool. He suckled still, the pulsing was slowing. His needles withdrew and he exhaled. One last sound came from her lips. Suddenly he wanted her to know the ecstacy of it, and the pain.
Ripping at his one wrist he let go of the life force and returned it back to her. She drunk of it and swallowed it. Then she let go and the connection was broken. They were separate again. Alone.
By PNS*
I tried to capture all that vampires feel about drinking blood. I tried to understand it. It kinda leans towards Angel 2.
"What's it like?"
"What's it like? It's like beautiful poetry."
"I need more."
"You want more? Are you prepared for more? It's like feeling the whole universe flowing inside you. It's like the 7 seas are pumping in your veins. You can feel every drop of blood and every atom on this planet. Time seems to stand still. For a brief moment, you walk among the living. Your heart beats to itself and sings with the essence of life. The blood courses from someone into you, and then you are connected to everyone they ever met, ever felt, ever saw. Suddenly you are the center of the world. Then it slows. It ebbs, starting at your feet and draws back, and you feel dead again. The orgasmic experience is fading and you are left in the aftermath. It makes you want to do it again, it's the worst and the best drug in the world. It can drive you mad or send you to the top of the world."
"Give it to me."
"I can't. You know that."
"But it's only you standing between me and happiness. For both of us. Tell me you don't miss it."
"I do miss it. But not as much as I'll miss myself."
"What's that good for? Where has it gotten you? Pain? Suffering? Torment?"
"It bought me a place in heaven."
"Doesn't exist."
"I have to believe."
"You give me what I've always wanted and I'll give you blissful emptiness. No more pain or suffering."
"God. I need it."
"Don't fight it. It's all in your mind." With that she touched his head. He closed his eyes and groaned. Then he roared back and his face changed. The girls pale shoulder was level with his red lips. He sunk his teeth into the flesh. It was like butter. Rich and slightly soft.
Then the warm, sticky life sustaining fluid filled his mouth. It rolled over his tongue and coated his mouth. Salty and metallic he relished the taste. It was to long since he had done that last. He pulled the girl closer. An array of feelings and images came as he explored her history through her blood.
He could see the aura around her. It's luscious rainbow was dimming. The hand that had gripped the back of his neck loosened. It felt cool. He suckled still, the pulsing was slowing. His needles withdrew and he exhaled. One last sound came from her lips. Suddenly he wanted her to know the ecstacy of it, and the pain.
Ripping at his one wrist he let go of the life force and returned it back to her. She drunk of it and swallowed it. Then she let go and the connection was broken. They were separate again. Alone.