-Drink My Blood And I Turn On You-
''But mama, I dont want to turn to a blood drinker!'' she had screamed that night ''You have to, for the sake of the pack." he mother said. ''But what about daddy and brother and sister?'' she said. ''Their long gone'' her mom said.
That night had been horrible for Esme. It was the first night she had learned to kill a wolf the painful and slow death way. When she had tasted the blood she imedately started drinking it. That night drinking the blood of her enemy felt nice she had moaned and groaned while she drank. It was delicious to her. It was like her second thing she cared about, besides herself. Esme had done nothing but kill ever since then. Now where was she? What is she up to? When will she strike again? What will she do to her next victim?
The dark colored femme moved slowly through the twilight darkness. She smirked. She was hungry, not for elk or mouse or anything like that. Something different, something that she knew only lived around her. Wolf. She was like a vampire. Esme was a living blood drinker. She would drink the blood of wolf and then dispose of it. She would eat elk and stuff but it wasnt as good as wolf. She would sit and drink as much wolf as she could. She loved it. The taste. The smell. Everything. But would she drink her next victims blood? Or will she mess around with his mind? She didnt know, but she felt like she needed to mess around with a male. Have fun. Maybe get him drunk on her aroma. She krept slowly thinking in the middle of twilight as she krept she might do just that. Mess with a males mind.
She krept with ease. She stopped and waited for her next victim. She would stop at nothing ot drink blood. Thats just how she was. A blood drinker. A drinker of hell. Wolfbanes wife. All those things fit her perfectly. She knew it and was proud of it. She looked around and waited.
Esme
|Adult|Female|
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