Blood red

"Is that tight enough? Please don't miss Ali... Please concentrate... It hurts when you miss"
"Amy, I am not going to miss - just pump your fist. Go on. Pump it! Now keep it clenched"
"Okay, baby, I trust you"

In went the tip. Quickly. Efficiently. Easily. The needle glided effortlessly through my skin and into my plumped vein. There I sat on the edge of his bed, toes curled into the carpet, as I watched him pull back on the syringe. Blood clouding the transparent liquid like smoke wisps dancing above a flame, the syringe went red. Bright red. Blood red. I stared at it, both fascinated and expectant... Ready for the plunge. Ready for that sickly warm familiar chemical taste to flood the back of my throat. Ready for that tiny vial of blood-infused luxury to course through my veins and tease every one of my senses.

It hit. Hard. Fast. Clean. Straight in… Just as I'd expected. For those who hadn't danced the tango with Devil it was like being plugged into a power socket. An immediate burst of energy coursed through my nervous system causing me to shudder with pleasure.
"Un-wrap your arm before I take it out Amy. Quickly. You don't want it to bleed back and waste any"
"Okay, I'm doing it, I'm doing it. Don't stress baby"

The last remnants of the drug surged through my body and I felt strong, instantly wanting his body against mine... Pulse throbbing - hearts locked in repeat motion...  

"Come here baby..."
I brought his forearm to my lips and allowed his warm blood to trickle into my mouth before licking his arm clean. He tasted so sweet. Lips still coated he lent in and kissed me... Our blood, saliva and souls meshing into one... And in that moment we were perfectly imperfect and beautifully disgusting. It was love, lust, animal instinct and impulse all dangerously blended together - an intoxicating and inescapable cocktail that overrode everything and anything else. How could anyone expect me to give that up?