Blood is so vital, so we carry it within us and we appeal to her many times.The princes got it in the veins and in the speaches, bullfighters carry it dripped over the lights of success, and the gypsy's blood seems worth less than the others'.
For vampires, but for others, is absolutely necessary, almost daily, in exactly low-key amounts not to carry their food source exhaustion. It is a selfish and coward action but with a high percentage of care towards the victim. There is nothing more than read Stoker to know the exact behavior of these beings that surround us.
Sometimes, like today, when my part of vampire feels the call of the blood, and I plug in more than a pint of holy vermilion, I think of the victims who came to the hospital to donate without knowing that it would be for me to, in my blood splendor, celebrate my birthday.
I am vampire, but grateful. And I can not thank those who sucked a little life, I will give him that without having willed it, in an act of goodwill and friendship,he made available to all that he had the worst black angel that lives in that Stoker's London.
