Topic: blood

It was a familiar feeling and when it first came on, she shrunk away. “Not again,” she told herself. “Can’t afford this. Not now.” One was already dead.  She told the prey that she doesn’t mess with addiction.  She wanted him to stop using his “potion,” as he called it. Amphetamines. Fucking amazing immortal feeling drug. But the  smell. And the taste on the user. Like copper. Very particular. ...