[You're not sure what you're doing. You're just asking. Just doing what comes to your mind as it comes to you. It's freeing. It's terrible. It's both and neither and none of that matters.
You run into a girl you don't recognize, and you wonder if she's going to give you what you want. What you need. What's inevitable.
She talks to you. The words are unimportant. She's afraid of you, and that makes you laugh, giggles bubbling up in your chest.
The bite feels good. It's what you were made for. It's what you needed. Her blood tastes sweet and that's all that matters.
But it wasn't enough. There wasn't a fight. You didn't get hurt. You don't feel alive.
cw: violence, disordered thinking, general bad times
You run into a girl you don't recognize, and you wonder if she's going to give you what you want. What you need. What's inevitable.
She talks to you. The words are unimportant. She's afraid of you, and that makes you laugh, giggles bubbling up in your chest.
The bite feels good. It's what you were made for. It's what you needed. Her blood tastes sweet and that's all that matters.
But it wasn't enough. There wasn't a fight. You didn't get hurt. You don't feel alive.
So you pull yourself off of her, and you leave.]