She’s sleeping so peacefully. Her hair feels so soft and she smells so good. I can’t wait until I can sink my fangs through her skin. I’m already drooling. I can feel a drop of spit on my chin.
I bend over and turn the virgin’s head. Her vein looks so good. I lower my head and open my mouth. A drop of spit falls onto the neck of the woman, but I don’t notice.
I can taste her warm blood as I sink my fangs into her. It tastes so good. The moon is still shining in the sky. But it’s turning crimson.
