The blood was sweet smelling and oh-so tempting. His tastebuds were tingling once the rich odour hit him and his eyes found the source immediately; a thin line of scarlet trickled from cut on her neck of the same colour. He wanted nothing more than to taste the red liquid but he couldn't, he would hurt her if he did so.
A single cut was making him go insane, messing with his common sense and reason. In the end it was to much and he gave in to the allure of blood. He drank thirstily in an attempt to rid himself of a hunger that would never be sated.
