It was like a force,
Something telling me to pull open that drawer,
Telling me that thing inside it,
Was something I needed.
A craving.

A sudden shoot of adrenalin darted through my body,
"I want this", I whispered.
A needle was pulled out of the drawer...
Then it stood,hovering over my weak arm,
"Come on,you can do this.", I reassured myself.

It plummeted into my forearm,
I could feel it travelling deeper and deeper,
Sure it hurt, but I deserved it.
The pain circled my arm causing me to feel drowsy,

I pulled it out...

The tonic of the vampires' liquid climbed its way out of my flesh,
The coppery smell of it drifted under my nose,
Causing me to roll my eyes back,
I laid there lifeless,
Thinking of all the senses it stimulated
It tasted like salt,
Like a bitter sweet candy land in my mouth.

**I was an addict to my own blood.