He had a better idea in mind.

Maybe he would not take his life.

He will drink some but will not fully eat him.

He can walk away alive and to tell the tale.

Maybe it will just scar him fro life , but  will be better that way.

He needed blood and was starving.

He could not handle killing a human.

He was so close to losing his mind.

He made the decision to only drink his blood fresh from his neck.He crept in even closer than before.

He stuck out his tongue to lick his skin.

Vampire saliva was sometimes as effective as pain relievers.

His food whimpered in fear of dying.

He licked his neck some more, He will barely feel any pain and will not die.

He poked out his sharp fangs, which glowed in the moonlight.

The prey was about to scream, only for his mouth to be covered by a hand.

The prey squinted its eyes shut.

It braced itself for the worst while still feeling a pinch.

A muffled yelp came out of his mouth.

The tears started falling, and he could tell.

It was all because he could feel water  underneath the preys eyes.

He hopes he is not hurting the guy too much.

The guy started to relax under his grasp.

He can still hear its heartbeat, so he knows it's alive.

Maybe it accepted its faith and his death.

not on his Watch, he's not going to die.

This feeling of pleasure went down his throat.

It was so exotic, and it tasted amazing.

Curtis thought, "Damn, this blood is warm and delicious."

He wants more because it's so intoxicating, but he knows he can only take so much.

He does it in small increments to ensure that the flavour lasts.

This could kill his victim, so he stopped.

when he realised something.

His victim had gone limp in his arms.

He must check his heartbeat to see if he's alive.

Fortunately, he fainted of shock rather than die of blood loss.

Thump! Thump! Thump! the heart thudded.

He placed him down gently and left him in the alleyway to let it be.

He will live with that in the back of his mind forever.

He might think it was just a dream, hopefully.

when it wakes up in the morning.

He and his victim will shrug it off, right?

He will live for sure; he hoped for the best.

He scrambled his way home for the night and will be different when he wakes up in the morning.

He returned to school the next day, irritated.

He was angry because he wanted to eat something but threw it up.

He tried to eat scrambled bacon eggs but kept throwing up.

Maybe it did not help that he woke up at 4 a.m. in the morning.

The last thing he ate this morning was only in his dreams.

He closed his eyes to remember his dream last night.

He knows it's not normal to think of blood.

He also knows thinking of blood being spilled is not healthy.

He cannot help but feel that it was not another nightmare.

He remembered the thickness of his throat and the taste he never knew you could taste in dreams.

He remembered the whimpering and shaking from his grasp.

It tasted so good that he had never drunk human blood before. He also...