/- Christopher Bang Chan

The prison was in complete darkness, the air was filled with the smell of blood, dampness and a strong smell of rot. The smell of death. And Chris could not calm down.

It smelled so strongly of fresh blood, he wanted to taste this forbidden fruit so much.. More. He wanted even more. How many people he had managed to take lives, how many types of blood he had tried - it was still not enough for him..

A black haze flashed in the air and another tender human neck appeared in his hands.

The aroma of blood was so sweet and enticing - Chris, almost like a man possessed, pressed his nose to the stranger's neck, greedily inhaling near the carotid artery, felt his stomach twist from hunger.

— Damn, how you smell
his eyes flashed with a mad fire of desire to try, played with open madness.

He had never been able to taste the blood of a female. Men had a tart taste and a salty aftertaste. But the girl...

Chris filled his lungs with that scent again.