THIRST

I step into the lake, unaffected by the icy water. I don’t bother to take my clothes off since they are just as bloody as the rest of me. Slowly I commence the task of cleaning off the blood. It’s a little hard at first; most of it has dried up. It’s all over my body, covering from head to toe, grasping me with the scent of iron. It’s not enough, my mouth is still dry, and I still feel as if an amount the size of the lake wouldn't satisfy me.

            I feel a presence.

I turn around; there is a man with a large gash in his arm. Smell likes O positive. Must be another hiker who fell off the mountain. I give a warm smile, my fangs shining in the moonlight. Barley a snack, but he will do.