Thread by @Trauma_Posting

A hunger for blood

A bit different to the other things I've posted.

#nsfwtwt #vampire

I never realised what true hunger is in life. It takes someone of true will to resist the alluring scent of food after days of starving. Now, imagine if that hunger was never sated.

A deep need in the pit of your stomach, given only a brief respite as you take the mortal essence of another. Knowing you would bring death and mayhem to the world if you fall entirely to the ever present hunger.

That is the existence of a vampire. My life, or un-life I suppose.

When I wake from a year long dreamless slumber, my lungs do not fill with breath. My heart does not pump blood through my body. My skin remains pale and lifeless, cold to the touch.

I am a corpse, frozen forever at the moment of my death. And yet, I rise to my feet without issue.

After such a slumber, the black void at the core of my being screams to be fed. It cares not from where the blood comes, only that it flows. It takes an exertion of will to cling-

to some semblance of self control. I promised I'd never become a beast, yet I know I must feed.

Leaving my hidden place of rest takes some time, but soon I am greeted by the light of the moon and the chill of the night air. The scents and sights of the world bombard me as I make my way through the decrepit city streets.

Your scent is what brings me focus. By the gods, you smell intoxicating. Again, my will is tested as the hunger inside wants to rush to tear your throat out.

Stepping into a light ahead of you, I let you see me. I'm a tiny thing. Only a few inches over 5 foot. Beautifully vulnerable. My face remains hidden behind a wall of wind swept hair.

"Oh, excuse me, are you okay?" You call out, advancing up the street. I can smell your concern. I can hear your heart quicken with worry. You don't know the danger you're in.

"Hungry," is all I whisper as you step under the flickering light of the lamppost.

"I don't have any food on me, but there's a store a couple of blocks away, we can go and get you something...Oh my, you look freezing. Are you sick? Here, you can wear my coat while we walk." You start taking off your coat, stepping even closer.

I squash the desire in my soul to tear your heart from your body and drain your essence. You're too kind for that. Still, the smell of you grows stronger with each moment. My fangs long to sink into you. I can see the beautiful crimson fluid pumping beneath your skin.

It's too much. I need you.

To you, there's a blur of motion, and you're forced against a wall. You try to move, but you're held by an impossible strength. Finally, you see my face. Alabaster skin, elegant features, a pained expression of want, no, need.

Then, you notice the fangs as I lean in closer.

"Hungry." I speak again. Now you can hear the feral desire in my voice.

Of course, you panic and squirm. My grip on you grows more intense with every moment. It begins to pass the point of causing you pain.

You yelp, lifting your head back as you do. In that moment, my fangs find their way to your neck, puncturing an artery. After the first scratch, all the pain fades away. Even your body no longer hurts.

Your yelp becomes a moan as the ecstacy of the bite takes hold. It is an experience without compare. Pleasure radiates from the puncture marks in your neck throughout your entire body. Thoughts slip away, worries turn to dust.

For the first time in your life you feel true, complete contentment.

And then, I begin to drink. I hungrily devour your blood. Every drop is like the nectar of the gods flowing down my throat. The first prey after a long slumber is always intense, but this is something else.

I need blood like you need oxygen, but this surpasses that need. Your blood scratches an itch I didn't know I had, but now cannot possibly ignore. It is as if you were made for me.

The touch of my fangs was already the greatest experience of your life, but having your blood-

drunk by me is beyond mortal imagination. The world blurs into a meaningless nothing. There is only you, and me. You feel you finally have purpose. You know in your mind, body, and soul, that this is what you are for. To sate the hunger of an ancient, superior being.

To give her a moment of respite from an eternity of maddening hunger. You would give me everything if you could. You want me to take it all, to drain you dry, to drink down all that you are.

The taste of your blood would be enough to drive a lesser creature to take it all. For me, the real issue is just how satisfying it is. I feel the need inside me truly quelled for the first time since the first person I ever drained.

I can't allow my hunger to take you from this world. I can feel everything about you in your bood. Your past, your struggles, who you are. I need you alive. With me.

When my fangs leave your neck, you feel a sense of emptiness unlike any other. A lick closes the wound. You try to grab, pull me back, and whine in need. You're even weaker now, though.

My grip on you shifts, lifting you into a carry. It appears effortless. Unable to do much else, you rest your head against me. You try to speak, but you're cut off by a soft shushing sound.

"Hush, my sweet. Rest now, and I will care for you as you have cared for me." My voice is soft, combined with the blood loss it lulls you to sleep. The world goes black, but you feel a safety you've never had before.
And with that, I take you to the security of my place of rest.