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'I can smell your blood,' Sky tells me in a soft whisper. 'It smells good.'
Sky, whose beautiful Eurasian features are illuminated by the glitter on her cheecks, says that she started thirsting for blood as a teenager, but didn't know how to go about finding a donor. 'I didn't want anyone to think I was nuts,' she says.
Then she met Vlad... five years ago on Halloween night. 'I told him I needed someone to drink from, that I'd been wanting to drink for a really long time.' When Sky's blood was confirmed clear of the AIDS virus and other diseases, the two begain drinking from each other. (Vlad had already been tested).
'We did a total exchange,' she says. 'He cut me on my forearm. He drank from me, and then I dove into him and drank from his chest. It was so invigorating, like absinthe, like coming home.'
The~First~VampyreI see a vision so pale, so cold, so tempestuous in my understanding;
I sense the utterance Nosferatu....Nosferatu...
I am a part of the first vampyre drink... drink my life.
Sky Claudette Soto
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