Prompt: Vampire
Bloodlust
He could not remember being an Elda. Though what he was now, he could not say.
He'd fought, at first. Until his eyes had sharpened in the darkness, and he'd learned to relish the screams of others, for it meant he was not alone.
After days of hunger and thirst beyond count, they brought him food and drink. His nose knew the substance, and a last shred of decency within him rebelled. They forced it down his throat, and with the first taste of metallic sweetness, he was lost. From then on, he knew only that he wanted more.