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I had been watching him for hours. His dark hair fell perfectly, brushing his shoulders when he moved. His creamy, youthful skin was covered with a sheen of sweet sweat. His slightly musceled frame, so inviting, gave away his age. Not a day over 23, I thought, likely younger than that.

The desire to feed had become overwhelming in recent weeks, and I knew I should not tempt myself this way, but I could just admire right? Like windowshopping or something, I thought. The moment that thought ran through my mind, I knew I was wrong. I felt a fire in my gut I had not known before, screaming at me to feed. Part of me was sad for the innocent man-child I'd been watching, the other part of me did not care, he became nothing more than my prey.

So I spent most of my day yesterday making my own set of clay Futhark runes. Took some time and much finger poking (among other things) to get enough blood to color the clay.

I'm just pulling the runes out of the oven when a friend pops by. I didn't think anything of it when she went to the kitchen for a beer. I about fell over laughing when she came back with half of one of the clay runes in her hand and the rest in her mouth!

"What kinda cookies are these?", she says.

I didn't have the heart to tell her what they really were, considering my blood was in them. I just couldn't stop laughing! Of coarse she had no idea what was so funny, if I had told her, she probably would have hurled!

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MasterMindedFate
20:40 Nov 05 2009

omg that's terrible but funny lol

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