The smell of her blood

the taste of her blood

I could smell the sent of her body from miles away. So pure, her smell made my body weak, my hands tense and my mouth twitch. All I wanted was just a little taste. Rushing to find where she may be.
Standing there behind the big oak tree watching her every move. She had soft tan skin, voluptuous brown bouncy curls, and a sweet innocent smile. Standing grasping on to the tree, keeping myself from going crazy by the perfection of her body. I can’t control myself much longer. I took off running towards her, fear in her eyes.
I reached out holding on to her squirming body, biting her soft neck. Her blood tasted like banana pudding ice cream. I just couldn’t stop; her face became pale and her body lifeless. I suddenly heard screams coming from behind.

“ STOP! Let her go.” Mrs. Dallson her pre-kay teacher screamed.