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Thirst

The pierce of its fang sent a streak of pain into her vein.

She tried to look away, but couldn’t resist

As the vampire sucked on the red flowing tap.

A pool of warm crimson poured out

But the vampire stopped short from its sip,

And wiped its mouth, “I’m done!”

Wearily, she stood up and stumbled to the door.

Her life spared from a complete drain.

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