A cold hunger stirs within me —

I must find new victim.

The taste of blood has faded from my fangs

I’m certain they need it.

The cozy boy has staring at me

I’ll bat my eyelashes, and he’ll be mine.

It was easy to drag him into basement.

I extend my fangs.

I devour him.

So much

so that

only skin remains.

I’m hungry.