You press your fangs gently in her neck. Worm sweet delouses blood passed your lips. Staining them a lushes bright red. The blood then passes your sour through reviving it and quenching your thirst. The feeling of biting someone is un believe able to you. The sound of slurping up some ones blood sounds discounting yet at the same time it calms you. All you can think is what the hell am I doing. Well the answer is your drinking someone. What are you supposed to do. You're a blood thirsty antichrist freak who looks a human`s as nothing more than a meal.