Monday, July 7, 2014
The human writhed in my arms as I sucked the blood out of its warm, tender neck. I felt my energy coming back bit by bit. What seemed to be impossible just moments before now seemed like easy tasks. I was done. It was gasping and gurgling for air, its pale arms wrapped around its own throat trying to close the wound. I did not have the power to save it, so it seemed best to end its misery instead. Plunging my fingers into its chest, I tore out its bloody red heart and tossed it aside. It stopped moving.