From TC 9:2 – “The Taste of Blood” by Walter Kraut

He liked the taste of blood. It was as simple as that. Some people like good wines, others single malt whisky, Peter liked nothing better than a good glass of tasty blood, no ice, no water, just pure, freshly poured from a popping vein. It wasn’t an addiction though. He could do without it for weeks, months even if he had to—and sometimes he did have to, because supply was uneven and he wouldn’t settle for just any blood, which to him proved he wasn’t a bloodoholic like some of the people he knew.

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