Blood

There was something about her that just made him collapse.

Her blood.

It was warm in his mouth. And delicious. But he hated it. He hated it so much he couldn’t even stand to drink it for more than a moment. But he would have continued had it not made him feel completely weak and vulnerable. The taste was better than any human. She was bittersweet.

He was clutching desperately to her. The desire for more blood and the hatred of the way it made him feel made it impossible for him to hold on or let go, but he was stuck there against her because of all this uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if he loved her or hated her. I despise her for making me feel this way.

And it didn’t help that she was leaning against him, wanting more. It was normally a laughable matter when girls desired to have their own blood drained from them. But not now, it wasn’t funny at all. He wanted her to stop and leave him alone. This weird feeling she left him with made him feel anything but amused. Just what has she done to me?