Page 7 of Blood Lust

“Had she smoked or ingested anything other than alcohol or marijuana?”

“Yes. Ecstasy.”

The attorney then reminds jurors of earlier evidence that verified Annie Hox had extremely high levels of MDMA, or ecstasy, in her blood system. “Go on, Aaron.”

Or, as one reporter will later put it: what little of her bloodthat remained.

I continue: “So we ditched the Taco Bell and moved into the back seat and started...” I shift in my seat. “You know, doing it.”

“Doing it? You mean having intercourse?”

“Yes.”

“What happened next, Aaron?”

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“About halfway into it, Annie had an idea. She thought it would be hot if I sucked blood from her neck.”

“She asked you to drink blood from her neck?”

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I nod.

“I told her no and that she was drunk and high, and she said fine and started getting up off my lap. But I didn’t want her to get up from my lap. I wasn’t, you know, finished yet...”

I actually blush, and the attorney silently approves.Blushing shows the jury you’re still human, Aaron.

“So, what did you do next?”

So I tell him. I tell them all. And as I speak, my voice grows stronger and I sit a little straighter. And as I speak, my teeth show more and more, flashing brilliantly in the muted lights of the courtroom...

I didn’t want Annie to get up off my lap. I liked her just where she was, and so I told her, yes, I would suck from her neck. I would, in fact, drink her blood. She squealed and clapped and gave me a kiss so big that it literally took my breath away. And as I was left gasping for air, she lowered herself back down upon me, back down into my lap, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

“Were you a virgin up to this point, Aaron?”

“Yes.”

The attorney nods. “Tell us what happened next.”

So I do. With Annie on my lap, rocking slowly and rhythmically, I pulled aside her pitch-black hair, exposing the smooth sweep of her delicate neck, a neck that was now slick with sweat. Immediately, I found myself enchanted by the hypnotic throb of her carotid artery. Never before had I drunk from another. Never before had I tasted another’s blood.

This would be another first in a night of firsts, and my excitement was nearly overwhelming. Annie must have sensed my excitement, must have felt it deep inside her, for she gasped and moaned and rode me even harder.

The throbbing in her neck picked up in tempo. Her slick skin reflected some of the distant ambient street lights. The rapid pulsing in her neck glinted like a strobe light. Like a beacon. Beckoning me...

I lowered my mouth to that smooth, sweeping, gleaming neck, pulling back my lips and fully exposing my God-given fangs. Saliva formed under my tongue, threatening to spill out of my mouth, and as I drew closer to her neck, the beating vein disappeared from view and so I went solely on feel. On instinct.

First, the tips of my teeth brushed her skin lightly. At the slight sensation, Annie trembled almost violently. I could feel her excitement, literally washing over me.

“Do it,” she whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Now.”

I positioned my teeth over the pulsating vein and slowly applied pressure. Annie stiffened briefly, but continued thrusting against me. I applied more pressure. Now she gasped, paused briefly, but picked up speed again. I applied further pressure, biting hard into her soft neck, my own saliva spilling out and dribbling down her throat.

She ground her hips against my own. I heard her breathing through clenched teeth. She was in pain. And loving it.

Finally, my teeth punched through, piercing her flesh and artery. Annie cried out. Blood filled my mouth, gushing in as if I had wrapped my mouth around a garden hose.

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