It was back. The crawling. The feeling that something is just trying to break through you. I knew it was time to feed again. I’ve tried the whole lets just eat animals thing but after eating an entire cattle farm, and wanting more we found it just doesn’t work for our kind.
My name is Kimber Ann and I’m a vampire. I would like to think that in life I was very pretty. I had a narrow, oblong face with soft round cheekbones and a rounded chin. My doll-like eyes were a vivid green, and my thinly plucked eyebrows were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the curve of my eye. A delicate nose sat over red lips, which were painted in an unsuccessful effort to mask their natural thinness. Natural thick blond hair hung in wave to my jaw. The soft features of my face only led to the curves of my body. My breasts were round and full. The hourglass shape of my waist led straight down to my nonexistent butt. My legs were shapely and only looked better in my favorite black and white patent pumps. I would love to think that was attractive, but only being five foot, two inches I was a pretty short young woman.
Now the only thing about me that has changed is the way people look at me. I feel like I am in a twenty-four hour disguise that I can never take off. Like the people who wouldn’t glance at me before have a magnet to me. I guess my face has thinned out, my lips have plumped and I found this little bubble butt, but I’m still me I’m still trapped in this body that isn’t mine anymore.
I mean it is mine and it is me but when the crawling starts I don’t think as rationally as I should. I start to think things like “That baby won’t need that arm.” or “Maybe I could just sneak up and take a little nibble out of him…would he even notice? There is so much of him.” I have never wanted to hurt anybody. While I was alive I was a vegan. I worked at animal shelters and the old folks home. Now the only time I go around there is to help an old friend slip peacefully into death. I have killed some people I know, but they were dyeing anyways and they told me it was okay, that they didn’t want the pain anymore. Most of the time I lure men into allies and wait for them to try and harm me. The ones that do are dinner…the others normally just get a good scare and go home to the wife and kids. Am I a bad person? I don’t know. I do know that I never wanted this.

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Merp, first storie in over 5 years hope I have't lost it.
Feed Back would be AMAZING!!!