BLOOD LUST, by AJ Proctor

vampire

Sundown.

Temperature drops as night falls.

Moonlight casts a shadow of cloud dancers on an onyx sky.

Adrenalin courses through my veins; my senses are raw and volatile.

Aware of my own transmogrification; my labored breathing intensifies.

Body convulses with pain and pleasure.

Skin turns to leather with matted hair thick as wool.

Blood drips. I salivate in ravenous hunger for flesh.

Pounding in my ears increases to a feverish pitch… triggering a soul wrenching guttural howl of ecstasy.

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About Art Proctor

Im a storyteller + film and digital media professional. I connect people. I forecast the future. I rant often. I solve problems. I like to cook. I sing badly.

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