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a flashy razor blade against my pale,almost transparent wrist.one quick swipe and a line is traced.blood pools underneath the surface but comes out in small drops. it runs down in a zig-zag motion. I lick it off but it is not enough, I go in deeper and harder.amazement flashes on my face as my skin pulls apart and blood pours out.I let out a sugh of relief along with a hiss.I turn my wrist over and let it drain into a wine glass beneath.When the glass is 3/4 full I stop and pause to admire my bruised and bloody wound. Then I pick up the glass. The pale light illuminates the contents.I put the glass to my lips and the warm and salty substance flows over my tongue. My body tingles all over. I put the glass back down on my table and lick the remanining drops from my lips. It is the truth: blood is addictive and so is vampirism.