Dark-Poppy

Blood. Seeping slowly from two holes in his neck. I see bitemarks. My bitemarks. I lick my lips. Metallic taste. He didn't fight me. Thought I wanted a one night stand. I was just hungry. He yelped when I sank my fangs into his neck. His heart started beating. He fainted. Became heavy, but that was no problem. I pushed him firmly against the brick wall. Sucked him almost dry. Blood is best when the heart is still beating. It's fresh. The police won't find anything after me. Except for the bitemarks. I'm a creature of the night. Mysterious. I'm on the prey again next night looking for more delicious blood. I am a vampire.