The Rush! It was only a week ago when that aide cut her hand and I had to look away, but now.... now.. this warm, crimson life flowing into my mouth is the entirety of my existence. With every heart beat, a new mouthful of this bliss. The purest cocaine would be but a sip of soda, the world's most beautiful and elegant woman would be merely a face in the crowd to this pleasure. The heart beat is weakening... how much will she be missed? There is still so much life to take from her. This is the worst part; only moments am I allowed this euphoria, before I must stop imbibing this most sacred of fluids, the very essence of life coursing its way through my cursed, dead flesh. Unless of course I am ok with a debacle, which I'm most assuredly not ok with, given my circumstances. She must be spared, and only spared due to my OWN mercy, she may yet live. The prey, they give themselves over so freely to be consumed by me! *sigh* Now all I have to do......


Gage pulls away from her, and locks eyes.

"Sleep."