Sally can't stop

[Sally's POV]

Sally drinks deeply from Beatriz' thigh. The sweet, rich blood drains into her open mouth. She reaches a hand between her legs and lightly strokes herself as she feeds.

Sally has no control, her thirst has taken over. She observes herself exsanguinating the young woman as if a distant observer, without free will. She bites down harder, tearing into the arteries, and the blood flow quickens. She grunts and growls as she feeds. Her animalism has taken over. She forgets Holly, forgets Jessica. She forgets Sally. There is only blood.

The vampire withdraws her fangs, and throws her head back, gasping. Blood drips from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, onto her breasts.

More she thinks.

I need more.