thelionscrimsonclaws:

Part of the pleasure isn’t just in the blood…it’s the fine art of killing, the thrill of the hunt, the struggle, the thoughts that only my fangs in an artery can conjure. Nothing artificial can replace all of that.

Besides, I no longer thirst like some newborn fledgling and I am discriminating in my tastes. I hunt big game. The gators that lay in wait beneath the still waters, the widows in the crevices, the asp in the grass…the truly vile souls that you never see coming and will never be brought to trial.

They vanish without a trace and you want to know why? I’m the boogeyman’s boogeyman….and I’m hiding under their beds.

I may be fiction but I like to keep it real, baby!