Bloodiction

Blood, it's warm, seeping out. Sweet, so sweet, not salty like the mortals say.

Runs down my chin, his neck.

Messy, but right now I don't care.

Crave it, can't live without it, not like I live now.

Feeling his life fading, coming into me.

All I can sense is blood, so strong, smell it, see it, taste it, hear it.

Drowning forever in crimson.

Intoxication by blood.

Perilously addicted.

Overdose.