# THIRSTY DESIRE
^(This is a work of fiction and does not endorse any form of sexual assault or violence. Any sexual activity and behavior portrayed in this story are consensual and performed by adults.)
As she walked home from the bar, she could feel someone following her. She quickened her pace, but the footsteps behind her matched hers, growing louder and closer. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder, and she turned around to face him.
He was handsome, with piercing blue eyes that looked like they were about to burst with tears. “Please,” he begged, “let me come home with you. I need you.”
Something about the desperation in his voice made her say yes, and she led him to her apartment. As soon as they were inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her body. She moaned as he slipped a hand down her pants, feeling the wetness between her legs.
Suddenly, he pulled away and took a step back, his eyes flickering with a strange intensity. “I want to drink your blood,” he said, his voice low and urgent.