At first, she tried to fight her thirst. But, the blood that painted her face was hard to resist. It oozed in between the spaces of her fingers and broken teeth. Each drop slowly feeding her frenzy but was never enough.
"No more," she wailed, slumped over the arm of the small chair surrounded by piles of corpses. In her eyes, they sparkled like rare jewels. She desired them. She had to have them. A thirst she'd never known before the disguised man pricked her arm with a needle when he passed her on the sidewalk in the dark of the night. #LiteraryJunkie