I've been in this... mood, lately. Lusting. Craving. I don't know what it is.
But, I do know what I will be doing this weekend, with this man Matt. He's perfect. Or so he seems to be. He's a psi, and a Sanguinarian; like me. Perfect. The other day, I was at his house, and he took out this beautiful and extremely sharp dagger and I almost lost myself. He did, however, drag it across my inner thigh with little force and it bled. What did he have to do? He licked it off. Yeah, breaking point? Almost.
This weekend shall be my revenge. It's time, I believe. *smirks* I crave it so badly sometimes, it's all I can think about. That sensation of the blade slicing my fragile, pale skin. And that beautiful sanguine liquid that sustains life, leaking out is almost too much to bear.
More later.
Love, Brandi.
I've always has this 'obsession' with Vampires/Vampyres. When I was little I would watch movies, and see them in books. Even childhood tales of Vampires intrigued me. When I was 14, I discovered my 'fetish' for pain and blood. I would cut myself, not because I was depressed, but because I liked the pain and the beauty of this crimson liquid that sustains our lives as we know it. I also enjoyed the taste. As odd as it may seem, I would lick my own blood off my self-made wounds and I loved it. When I was 16, I had a boyfriend named Andy, who happened to have the same 'fetish/lifestyle' interest as me. So then, I had my first experiences with taking blood from another being. It was exhilarating. I did research upon research, and I've been trying to find a good site with people on it that have a SERIOUS interest in it like I do...
Hopefully this is it? Who knows.
This was just a way to start off my journals.
More will come.
Until then,
Brandi.
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