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trans_92010-06-14 03:17 am
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The shadier parts of town
Finally, night had fallen. Stalking some of the less... friendly parts of the town was a lone vampire. She was looking for heroin or opium- more specifically an addict. A fine needle like that would not be able to pierce her skin, and any other method was ineffective. She had to take the blood from someone that had the drug in their blood.
No, she was not an addict. That was one of the benefits of being a vampire. They did not gain addictions. Their body was too busy constantly repairing any damages and undoing any changes.
She just loved the rush of euphoria. It was something those she drank from got to experience every time she drank. Why should she not feel the same every so often?
And so she wandered among these shadier parts. Who knows who- or what she might run in to?
No, she was not an addict. That was one of the benefits of being a vampire. They did not gain addictions. Their body was too busy constantly repairing any damages and undoing any changes.
She just loved the rush of euphoria. It was something those she drank from got to experience every time she drank. Why should she not feel the same every so often?
And so she wandered among these shadier parts. Who knows who- or what she might run in to?