The Passion of Hunger

Her fear was not easily detectable on her stoic face but it slipped through the cracks in the form of the crease of her beautiful brow and the ever so slight down-curve of her rose petal lips. And her eyes, the portal to her innocent soul, revealed to me a stunning universe filled with untapped passion and childlike hope. This hope which had no foundation in reality would cause her to struggle against me, to fight to the very last breath for her life.

But as I said, it was a childish hope for as my teeth sank into tender flesh, her blood sprayed against the roof of my mouth and it was so sweet that it caught in my throat and made my nose tingle. My plan was to turn her, make her my companion in this unlife, but the hunger had taken hold and I could not help but devour her.

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