Thirst

     I would regret this. Horribly. 

 I stood up on my tiptoes, leaning in, and kissed him.

 We were completely alone in the woods.

 I leaned away. I took off my jacket, trying to get him to calm down.

 I felt my teeth grow to fangs. 

 My hands held his face. 

 "Close your eyes," I whispered. 

 I craned his neck for him, and bit.

 I wasn't a sloppy eater; no blood spilled on me or on him or on the ground, just directly into my mouth.

 The body fell to the ground.

 "Mmm, I'm sorry." I picked up my jacket and bent down. "You were a good kisser, too."