Vamp

The first taste was delicious. She liked doing it this way, taking just a sip to concentrate on the taste. When she was newly turned blood was blood. But with age and experience, she came to recognize the unique flavors of her prey. This one was better than most, with layers of complexity similar to how writers describe a superb wine.

She licked her fangs clean so as to experience the sensation of her fangs sinking into the woman’s neck as if it was the first time. As she bit, she thought that her blood was too interesting to drink all at one go. Yes, she would have to savor her again and again…