Vampires truly loved blood, much like lust-driven creatures such as succubi/incubi who fed on the vitality of others. For vampires, however, blood was not indulgence alone. It was a necessity, the only sustenance their existence would accept.
Especially the blood drawn from the neck of their prey...
It was never merely about the richness of the blood or its closeness to the heart. Beneath that act lingered something older... An animal's instinct.
Vampires were not so different from beasts. When a predator found its prey, the first strike always sought the neck... and ended life in a single, decisive moment.
So whenever a vampire's fangs sank into the neck of their prey, it was not just for the taste of pure, warm blood.
It was the hunt.
The dominance!!
The sensation of an entire life trembling helplessly beneath their grasp.
A thrill!
An excitement!!
Both physical and mental, intertwining into something dangerously intoxicating.
But what if...
