Blood Desperation

No prey in sight for the foreseeable future. I’m starved for the wine of the human body. A darling in flesh for me to sink my glistening fangs into.

I find myself pondering satisfaction through my own only to poison myself. Would it be worth it? No mortal to meet my standards. Soon I’ll find myself desperately lapping at blood dripping from my own arm. Simple lonely prey, come, offer yourself to me.