BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES
Fuzzy and happy..2 shot glasses full... juices left over from a steak... the essence of another...mating ritual... giving a part of your spirit, your energy... vamping out, severe cravings for..................................................
Blood. I have been watching a documentary on vampire 'people'. I've been watching them put little 'Xs' on the skin, criss-crossing the skin with a razor... and drinking the blood before it cools. I can't even imagine 'drinking someone's blood'. I've been watching them 'slurp' it up!
I won't knock it because... it might be good, but, I can say I don't want to be ... full of someone else's red-red
blood! I would waste it by getting sick. One woman says 'it's just a part of life'. They say that drinking blood is a way of 'embracing life'.
I think I would rather hug someone, and let that be my way of embracing life. I think I'll let my hugs be my 'part of life'.
I was thinking of the disadvantages 'for me to drink your blood'....
First of all, if any dripped out of my mouth when I was savoring it... it would drip red on 'everything'! I would have a hard time getting the bloodstains out...and gracious, suppose someone knocked at the door! Would I go to answer the door with a bloody smile? It might be good if there are people there with ill intentions.... they'd be scared of me', instead me scared of them... they would 'know I might bite them!' I bite... anyway! :)))
Red isn't my favorite color, though I like it! But... I don't want your blood! You might need it! I don't want to need your blood, nor do I want to crave it!
I was thinking that if there were alot of 'bloodsuckers' in a crowd... and someone accidently got cut.... would everyone rush with their mouths open, tongues flicking in and out in anticipation to get your blood? Seems like there is a danger of being 'sucked up'.
I can think of alot of situations people have 'blood'... like in hosptial... one's IVs. Can you imagine someone who needs some blood standing there with that 'craving gleam' in their eyes, a little crazy half-grin on their lips, that ole tongue licking their lips? In and out... in and out.......................................................................
I can 'see' it now... they pull that little razor out and put an 'X' on your bag of blood... and stick a straw in it, suck out a couple shot glasses of it, put a bandaid over the hole to seal it up. You are lying there watching in disbelief, all the while thinking you are 'high' on medicines! Who are you going to tell, what are you going to say? Press the call button to tell the nurse 'hey, someone is in here with a straw in my bag of blood sucking it all gone!' Of course, she wouldn't believe you.
I don't like the metallic taste of blood. Yes, I've tasted blood, I know you have too. Oh my gosh, I wouldn't want to crave blood and someone's 'nose began to bleed'! I wouldn't want to suck a nose!
I'm thinking now... I don't knock those vampires but, I don't want to be one. I have respect for everyone else's beliefs. It doesn't mean I believe in them, or want to practice them. I'm not ever going to let anyone see my nose bleed! One never knows who is watching... or how fast someone could... jump on your nose! :)))
Yes... I know this sounds silly, but...I, like you.... sometimes have very silly thoughts. Someone could be standing closeby... with that 'craving gleam' in their eyes, that little crazy half-grin, that ole tongue flicking ...in and out, in and out.... in and out! Oh, I'm going to watch my nose, too! You just might want to watch yours... too!
I wonder what that man is looking at...standing here in this library... he seems to be ... is his tongue flicking over his lips.. why, I wonder 'if' that's a crazy, little grin on ... his mouth? His eyes..... wait a minute... he's not craving blood... I think he is just chewing on his gum! :)))
Note: I am going to wait until Sunday morning and publish 2 stories online. I'm ready to take a break from the library! I'll be writing at home from now on! Thank-you, Ms Nancy, for your offer... it means so much because I know how sincere you are. You are the best friend anyone could have!
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