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Have you ever been jailed for your actions?
Nightmare laughed loudly at the suggestion. “Never! I am such a beautiful specimen that I am protected by some higher power. I am rarely caught, and when I am, they decide that my hobby is insanity and let me off easy. I convince them that I am a normal, stupid sheep of society, merely a wolf ready to feast on them as I really please.”

Do you have a lot of Goth fans?
“Of course. I love to find the random sort who enjoys my same interests. Often to **** for them when they really experience it, but it’s not like they have a choice. Even the involuntary learn to love it when I start… or ELSE.”

Who blood would you like to taste in the league?
“Perhaps Tess. All those sweets would make her blood sugar magnificent. A holy creature like Sister Mary may turn out lovely, and a sweet, dear little Bambi would be succulent. Not a virgin, but in this league, she’s as close as I’ll get. And the strength….” She purred in excitement. “The stronger my victim… I’m planning to ambush Mama Luv backstage soon, and maybe Barbara the Valkerie or Baroness if they don’t catch on. Of course, I’ll be done with that before you can publish this.”

Is it true virgin blood taste different?
“Everyone tastes different. The strong, they taste like the drippings of a sweet steak. The more gentle, angelic types are sweet, like candy or cake. The harlets taste like cum and sweat, even when I haven’t mixed that in yet, and the young ones… mmm, like tasty veal.”

What the best sex you ever had?
“Mmmm… bloody…” She moans and shivers a bit. “It was with this young man just last year. He didn’t know me yet, because I hadn’t shown my true face to him. We met at a club, and I don’t remember his name. They’re never important. We went to my place, I locked the door, and we did it til dawn. I started lightly, making him think I was merely rough. I ran my nails over his soft, tight flesh, bit at his exposed, **** neck, lapping at him and marking him as my prey. I bit at his nipples and finally scratched deep on his thighs, bringing out his blood.” She smiles wide and toothily. “He didn’t have a chance then.
“I ate his weak little flesh all night, and he kept bleeding for me. Feeding me. His body was so happy to supply it to me, even with his screams pouring out and begging me to stop. My pussy ached and so I fed it his manhood, letting it feast as I did in drinking on his throat. When it drank of his cum, I rubbed a thick handful of blood over his rod and lubed it up. I treated my lovely pussy both of his fluids then, and supped on him until dawn. I left him at a hospital the next day, after I’d had a nice nap. Was arrested for that one eventually, but got off in the end. His orgasming meant it was enjoyable, so he couldn’t have been unwilling.”