Sanguineous Fiend

She should have been afraid of her.
Instead… she craves her.

There’s something wrong with the woman watching her.

Too still. Too intense. Too hungry.

And when their eyes meet, something dark coils deep in her chest. Something that doesn’t feel like fear.

It feels like need.

When bodies start turning up drained of blood, the whispers begin.

Monster.
Predator.
Vampire.

She knows she should stay away.

But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to resist the pull of the woman who stalks the night, and looks at her like she’s the next thing to devour.

Because this isn’t just danger.

It’s obsession.

It’s desire sharpened into teeth and drenched in blood.

And once she steps into the darkness with her… there will be no going back.

Some monsters don’t just want your blood.
They want your heart, your body, your soul.

And this one?

She refuses to let go.