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Blood consists of four main components: red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets, and plasma. The human body produces about 2 million red blood cells every second, amounting to 48 million per day.
Carol was hungry, starving, and nothing would soothe her craving.
They say that after tasting luxury one is unable to resume their past way of living, knowing that there is something greater, a part of them will never be satisfied again, their old vices falling short in front of the dizzying high of absolution.
Carol, now knowing completion, its aftertaste still lingering on her mouth, couldn’t get it out of her mind, the drug was wearing off, her consciousness slowly returning, though irreversibly changed. She was now an addict.
She hadn’t wanted to feed off Therese and had taken every measure possible to avoid it. Because she knew, she could smell it under her skin, she could feel it flowing beneath her veins when she kissed, and marked her neck, she knew that even a drop would be enough to destroy them both, one sooner than the other. And yet, sooner or later it was bound to happen, as the two women grew closer, weaving their threads into each other's lives, becoming intertwined.
It first happened on a cold winter night, the fifth day of their confinement. A blizzard had hit, and that’s how they found themselves trapped in Therese’s tiny apartment, with nothing but each other to entertain themselves with. In the beginning it had been blissful, being hidden away from prying eyes, having Therese all to herself Carol thought what else could she ever ask for. Yet they soon grew restless of fucking and smoking, and Carol, Carol grew hungry.
Therese noticed as she always did, her lover growing fainter by the day even as she attempted to conceal her discomfort. So that night, after she’d had her dinner and changed into her nightgown she lied onto the middle of the bed, perched up on her elbows like a sacrifice, and beckoned Carol closer.
“Take me,” she whispered.
The blonde took a tentative step forward “What?”
“You need blood, you need to eat.” Therese said, bolder now.
Carol's eyes widened with dread, “Therese we’ve talked about this, no.”
“Carol please, I can’t watch you starve anymore, I want to do this, have always wanted to.”
“Therese” The brunette had now taken Carol by the waist, pulling her towards her, purposefully tucking her head on her shoulder, so the blonde could feel her veins pulsing.
“Take what you need, take everything, I’m yours,” she rasped to her ear.
Carol was shaking now, “Angel, you’re scaring me.”
“Yet I am not afraid.”
And that was the moment she unravelled.
With a swift move, she had the girl pinned on the bed. Her fangs took a mere second to linger before sinking into her plush flesh. Therese was right, Carol was starving. And so she drank, and drank, and drank, until she was satisfied and more, until she felt Therese's breaths coming in closer, her limbs falling numb. After pulling away she cradled her in her arms, how innocent she looked, how pure.
It was almost a year later, when the two women were lounging in Carol's townhouse, Therese had moved in. The girl had been busy, barely ever at home, and Carol had found herself deprived.
Her eyes were bloodshot and her alabaster skin had been taken over by a strange flush. Pearly fangs were peeking out of her lips, which were curved in a slight smirk. Therese was the prey and she was the hunter. Carol wanted to ravish her, right then and there and she was rarely a person to deny her desires. But for Therese she would be patient, she wanted to admire her a bit more.
The brunette had noticed her imminent state. She was idly lying on the couch, absentmindedly drawing in her sketchbook. Christmas season was coming soon and she wanted to have some props prepared so that the workload didn't get too much for her. After all these would be her first official holidays with Carol and she planned to make the most of them.
Carol slowly moved until she was perched upon the futon's arm, stroking her lover, her nails ever so softly scratching her neck. She had stopped asking for permission long ago. Therese ever so softly tilted her head backwards and Carol attacked. Gold, she thought, her blood tasted of liquid gold, because what else could be as exquisite, as precious, as her.
But drunk in lust, Carol lost her perception of time, of space, of her lover's body lying unmoving beneath her.
Therese's eyes wouldn’t remain closed for long.
But the next time they opened,
she would come to starve too.