A New Kind Of Lusting

I can feel it in my veins. It’s shooting through my core and rocketing into my heart, like a shot of adrenaline or ecstasy in the middle of some intense sex, and it seizes my throat and I can feel the edges of what could have been an orgasm – if I had been in that type of situation – curling in my chest.
The feeling forced a shudder through my back and thrusted my body up in the bed, fists clenching between agony and the empty lust. It was a hollow pain, so horrible that I wanted to cry and scream – but not here.
I swallowed down the urges to express my pain and sat up in bed, swinging my legs over the side of the mattress. A wave of nausea rolled through my head and I leaned forward, squeezing my eyes shut. Fucking hell, why did it have to feel this way?
I stood up and scrambled to pull on some proper clothes. My body stiffened at least twice more in that delicious torture in the time it took me to pull on my jeans. I hadn’t even gotten my arm through the sleeves of a black shirt covered in metal rings before I bolted out the door to the street.
I can’t remember now how I got there – the swelling lust in my throat was taking up all the space in my mind – but here I was, now. My arms wrapped firmly around someone innocent, their limbs flailing in a desperate attempt to escape. Something human writhed inside of me, and I felt for a moment that I wouldn’t be able to do it –
Then my teeth met their flesh, and the angels sang. It was… god, I can’t fucking describe it. I don’t think I even remember most of it. All I know is that before the bite, I thought I was going to die – but after the bite, after I felt my fangs puncture the person’s neck, and tasted the sweet life-nectar welling up from the wound… I felt amazing. No, amazing is an understatement. I felt like a fucking god. A straight-up deity. It was beautiful.
One of my hands soon found the person’s face and clutched it to keep them from screaming. My body curled and wound slightly, mindlessly, at the sharp taste of blood as I drained them. Somewhere in there, I might have groped them out of pure heat of the moment… but I don’t think I really cared. I just needed to quench this maddening bloodthirst before I went on a rampage.
I finally let their pale corpse fall to the ground. I gasped softly and rolled my shoulders. My body was made of electricity by then – it felt like I could run for days, without stopping, at high speed. It was crossed between anxiety, adrenaline, and insane joy, this new feeling throbbing through my body. I twisted my fingers to my palms, trying to mentally curb the edge off of this new high.
Vampirism. Sucks, but you gotta love it sometimes.