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This is a short story i did for a comp... I have to stop myself! The urge is exceedingly strong. So strong that my conscious thoughts are just a pallid blur that’s all cluttered up in the inside of my brain. I can’t think properly and all that was going through my mind was ‘Get him!’ I looked down at him. He was huddled up in the far corner of his living room. His crystal blue eyes shown pure fear that lurked inside him. His face was pastel white and I saw that his hands were shaking. I couldn’t take his life. But I had to! I slowly walked his way. There was that little voice in the back of my head telling me to stop, but my cravings were too strong that I could hardly hear the voice. My mouth was dry. My blood red eyes were fixed on the male. My dead heart seemed to spill out life as I got closer to him. As I smelt his metallic scent. “Please don’t!” He yelled. I winced at his terrified screech. He was a living being. His heart pumped blood around his body. His skin was warm. He had genuine feelings for others. He breathed the air that surrounded us. But that was why he was pulling me towards him. He was alive. I closed my eyes and gave a deep-rooted breath and let in his iron scent through my airways. Oh it smelt like heaven. Nothing had ever smelt so rich and sweet in my life. I needed it now! I heard the slight sound of ruffled material and opened my eyes hastily. I gave an incensed frown as I saw the male crawling away into the kitchen. I ran over to him swiftly and pulled him up by his neck. I felt his artery pumping blood under my fingers and my eyes widened. He tried to yell but I tightened my grip on his neck and he held onto my hand trying to pry it open. His face started to show a purple tinge and the veins on his forehead became prominent. I saw and felt the life in him slowly waste away as I stopped the air flowing down into his lungs. His skin was warm and I felt movement under every pore in his neck. He was alive. Much alive but he was slowly drifting off. Blood of the living is much better than the leftovers from the deceased. Much more richer. Much sweeter. Much more of a drug. Yes, it was a drug and I was addicted! When I start, I cannot stop. I let go of his neck and let him drop to the tiled floor like a dead corpse. I put his arms above his head and my knees into his thighs with force. He squirmed in my grasp and I heard his joints crack. I’m sorry young innocent man. I open my mouth and pierced my fangs into his neck. The blood trickled down my lips. I’m so sorry.