My mind was almost clouded by the pleasure and sense of omnipotence, which hit me, after having fed in that way.
I finished the liquid from the bag quickly and immediately felt the need to drink again.
I knew that Auntie had two other bags under her coat, but for a moment I felt more attracted to the warm, living blood flowing through her veins.
I again felt my senses sharpening more and more, my body ready to launch itself on its prey, the panting, the hunger, and finally, the terror.
The terror of hurting someone.
Fear managed to stop me and I got my feet back on the ground.
"Vera, get a grip!" the aunt yelled at me, covering my face tightly with her scarf to hide my dentures, as she
