I hate who I’ve become. 

I don’t know where else to turn. She’ll have aged while I haven’t. 

Cassandra reaches through the gate, wipes the blood from my mouth. “I wondered what happened to you.” 

I tell her I’ve done bad things. She invites me in anyway.  

“Try me,” she offers, and touches my lips with her wet fingers. “Replace one addiction with another.”

One taste, and I need more. 

I fall to my knees and bury my face between her thighs. She’s delicious! We fuck until almost dawn. 

“You’ll crave me more than blood now.” 

My fangs descend. 

“Almost…”