4 December 2012
Even from across the room, his blood was intoxicating. I held myself back, telling myself I couldn't. He took a step closer with his arms outstretched. My back was to the wall. He took several more steps until he was standing in front of me. His face was inches away from mine. "Please," he begged. His arms were around me. I tangled my fingers in his hair and brought his neck to my lips. It smelled amazing. "What if I'm not able to stop?," I asked. "Take all that you want, it will not harm me," he said closing his eyes and bracing himself for what was to come. I placed my mouth over the cut and gently sucked. The warm liquid filled my mouth. The taste was horrible though. I swallowed and pulled away. "How can something smell so good yet taste so foul," I said. He pulled away and stared at me in disbelief. "What?," he asked, shocked. "Your blood, it's disgusting," I said. "Wait here," he said walking over to a near by table and grabbing a flask that sat on top of it. "Try this," he said taking the cap off and handing it to me. I took a small swing and spat it out. "That's even worse! What is that stuff?," I asked. "Human blood," he said. All at once, it's like a light bulb switched on in his head. "You're a psychic vampire," he said, his mind miles away. "What?," I asked him. "You feed off of energy and not blood," he said now lost in thought. "I want you to concentrate on me, focus on drawing energy. Picture it in your head," he said. I closed my eyes and did as I was told. I could feel a tingly sensation all over my body and I knew that whatever it was I was doing, it was working. Slowly I started to regain my strength. When I opened my eyes he was standing in front of me, smiling. "Congratulations! You just fed for the very fist time!," he said. I walked over to the mirror. There was a little (but not much) color back to me face and my eyes had went back to normal.
Monster • Opuss № I