When I drink the blood of a living being and feel the warm sweet fluid drip down my throat it's pure bliss.
My favorite part is when a trickle of blood escapes my lips and slithers down my jaw bone, my neck, my collar bone. The little drip starts warm on my lips and slowly grows icy by the time its slid just below my collar bone, it's so tantalizing but the lack of warmth saddens me.
When I drink enough my whole body tingles. In order to get this body high I have to drain a person to the brink of death, but achieving this level of blood is not a problem to me I drain the whole body every time. No witnesses, not a drop wasted. This numbing feeling may not be heat, but its something other than ice.
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