A scent through the room, so delicious.
Looking down at the glass, I stare at the red reflection.
My face, such a white alabaster face.
Yet, remarkably red. The host raises his glass.
Everyone else follows, my hand shakes, as I raise mine.
My first taste of this substance.
My heart beat quickens,
They all look at me, they stare at me.
I felt sickened.
A toast of blood.
My scent, my blood. I smell it.
As does every one else.
Their smiles scares me, fangs... ivory fangs!
Yet, there smile is just like mine.
Their eyes...so bright.... yet so dull.
Just like mine.
At once the glasses are raised and they drink.
At once my excitement is raised.....
And the salty liquid... slides down my throat.
I feel it tingle. I feel it burn.
This delicious substance, feels like red lightening.
Red lightening...
Such a thrill.... more... I need more!
My eyes close, and I savour the drink.....
Written By Patsy Kist [email protected]