• I inched closer to an unknown face that belonged to an innocent looking boy. He had shockingly bleached hair, dyed to an almost silver color. It felt silky as I caressed it and cupped his face with my hand. He murmured my name passionately, his cat-like green eyes hungry with lust and desire. I leaned over him as if to take him in a sweet kiss, but instead I fiercely sank my fangs into his neck. He jolted with a sharp cry, mixed with pleasure and pain. At first it was enjoyable for us both, as I heard him moan. But then I started getting out of control as I bit the boy again and again to keep the blood flowing. The feeling of sinking my fangs into his flesh over and over, tearing up his neck in to bloody shreds was just unimaginable.The boy weakly struggled against me saying my name urgently to get my attention, after having failed to do so, he started screaming in pain. I became aware I was hurting the boy, who felt so precious and fragile to me...even though I didn’t know who he was. I willed myself to stop...but something took over my body. The mad insatiable thirst to kill. I struggled with myself unsuccessfully and inwardly yelled no but I just couldn’t stop. I felt the boy’s soul and life force drip away. I slowly rose from his body looking down at the mess I had made. A slow, psychotic smile rose on my face. I felt like crying, still entrapped in my own body, without any control, I stared at the boy feeling terror and pure agony in my chest. I yelled over and over. Finally seizing control over my own body I knelt over his body shaking him desperately, hoping for a response. There was none.