bloodthirsty

Hello everyone! This was a small piece I conjured based on a dream I had a few weeks ago. I've always had a fascination with wild women who are allowed to go apeshit. I think women are held to a morally pure standard in both fiction and real-life. An aspect of gender equality is allowing women to be fully fledged individuals. This includes the morally gray, righteous, and evil.

Content Warning: Graphic description of blood and insides

Blood tastes sweeter than you’d think.

Alongside the tang of iron, there’s a tart sweetness—like freshly squeezed strawberries. If I close my eyes and block out the smell, it’d taste just like one of those strawberry refreshers on a hot summer day.

Or maybe it’s just because Charlie was sweet.

Charlie always had a softness about him. Full, cherubic cheeks dusted with a delicate pink. Soft brown waves my fingers always got tangled in. Hazel eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, caressing me with adoration.

Those same eyes glazed over and stuck in permanent gaze of terror.

I didn’t mean it.

Every time we wrapped ourselves into each other, I could smell it. The thing inside me could smell it too. It punctured our idyllic existence. My stomach panged, hunger eroding my self-control. I’d gnaw on the inside of my cheek, desperate to sate the ravenous beast inside. 

In moments of passion, my kisses got rougher, tugging and nipping at his bottom lip—but always pulling back before I went too far.

I just needed one taste. Just one. Maybe this primal craving would stop if I could satiate it.

We were cuddling on the couch, watching some trashy reality TV. My head rested on his shoulder. While Charlie laughed at the episode, I was fixated on the alluring crook of his neck. Smooth, alabaster skin and that maddening saccharine fragrance. Without another thought, I began to press kisses to the underside of his jaw. I could feel the steady flow of blood underneath my lips.

Charlie’s body rumbled with a deep chuckle. His head dipped to capture my mouth with his, enveloped by their pillowy softness.

I nipped at his bottom lip, tugging—trying to perfect my aim. 

I bit down. Hard.

I could feel the skin of his lip break, and the trickle of something hot and tart splash my tongue.

What the fuck?

I heard Charlie yell and shove me away, wincing in pain.

Static whistled in my ears, drowning out his screams and my thoughts. I zeroed in on his mouth, bright scarlet trickling from the wound, its fragrant scent beckoning me closer. 

I licked the splatter of blood on my mouth, the thick liquid coating my tongue. It was delicious. And I wanted more.

Everything went by in a blur. I lunged at Charlie, my teeth ripping into the side of his neck. I spat out pieces of chewy flesh and began to drink. 

His hands desperately pounded at my back, clawing at me, doing anything to get me off. But all I could focus on was the warm sweetness I enthusiastically downed. Eventually, Charlie’s movements slowed, uncoordinated and sloppy. Until they stopped. 

Before I knew it, crimson coated the living room floor. I wiped my mouth, my hunger quieting to a satisfied hum.

One little drop never hurt anybody.