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The voices inside my head just get louder. More demanding. Like my bitchy sire that I left decades ago. I hate nagging. Pisses me off. Especially when I'm hungry.
I'm so damn hungry. I'm sick of on the tap blood. It's not the same as the sweet, sweet, wine that flows from the vein. Warm, rich, tasty blood. It's not like the voices in my head are going to shut up.
Why should I stop feeding? I already got guilt. What's a few more bodies, right? Because I need it from the vein. A ripe, supple, neck with hot, rich, red blood to make my insides warm. To make me feel alive.
I need it. I'll have it. I'm a vampire. It's what I do.
So hungry.
I'm so damn hungry. I'm sick of on the tap blood. It's not the same as the sweet, sweet, wine that flows from the vein. Warm, rich, tasty blood. It's not like the voices in my head are going to shut up.
Why should I stop feeding? I already got guilt. What's a few more bodies, right? Because I need it from the vein. A ripe, supple, neck with hot, rich, red blood to make my insides warm. To make me feel alive.
I need it. I'll have it. I'm a vampire. It's what I do.
So hungry.