Thick and coppery,
the rich taste of dark berries and salt,
down the throat, coating glassy teeth
and a greedy tongue.
Oh, how I love its nectar!
A subtle, drip, drip, drip,
dampens the neckline,
soft pink becomes a deep crimson red.
A slight gasp.
Her eyes flutter, as subtle as the bleeding,
her mouth open in shock and awe.
Blood from mouth
and towards a very grateful stomach,
it transmutes into the system as
a new form of energy, much more than
any other cup of coffee in this world.
It is the way I live, for it is my world.
The warm, slick coppery smell of blood down her neck.
He leaves, but not before he caresses her cheek.
"I love you, my darling, but I must leave you. To find me again ,meet me in the place where the Moonlight escapes the World of the Mortals"
Forked rivers join together and blend into the soft milky white tafetta gown. Her eyes are closed, smoky ebony cut with jet black eyeliner. Deep plum lips open ever so slightly.
Then the transformation begins.
Canines elongate, delicate and hungry.
Eyes, once grey, become silvery and regain its ferality long lost to the modern age of social media, celebrity pettiness and other frivolous things.
She inhales. the air never smelled so sweet.
She opens her eyes, wandering around her environment, a stranger in a strange land.
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