Blood

by Addicted to You   Oct 24, 2008


He smells it
The sweet smell
He knows he wont stop
When he tries it
He takes one lick
To quench his desire
But it's not enough
It suddenly becomes a
Demand He can't
And won't
Stop.
His eyes are red
Bright red
Red
With thirst
He drinks suddenly
Quickly
She cries in pain
He can't notice her
She pounds at him
His rock hard body
He can't stop
Or think
to notice she's
Dying.
Finally
His thirst is quenched
But he is devastated
He grasps the
Limp body
And screams
He can't breath
What he's done
He throws down the body
Starts a fire
And lets himself burn.
Now she id dead
All for a little
Blood.

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