drinking-blood

You have to understand, the blood we drink every day to stay alive comes out of a jar in the refrigerator. It is the very definition of gross.

Tell me, Eric,_ he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. __ave you ever tasted blood?_________y mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. __hat an odd question...__________ut a valid one. Well, have you?____________e cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...__________ot your own, you foolish boy._ He let out a short, derisive laugh and leaned in so that he was only a few inches from my face. __ mean the blood of another.__________ood God, Stefan, of course not!__________ity...

He roused from a joyous dream of feasting, of drinking blood and sucking warm marrow from the bone. His sons and daughters swarmed like ants upon the surface of the Earth, ripe in their terror, delectable in their anguish. He swept them into his mouth and their insides ran in black streams between his lips and matted his beard. This sweet dream rapidly slipped away as he stretched and assessed his surroundings. He shambled forth from the great cavern in the mountain that had been his home for so long.