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We were alone in an alley behind so sky was still black, save for the faint light from the half s of trash filled with things foul A ss rustled My hair lifted and fell�Dand so did the hair on the dead guy

After my runs, I usually feed on cow blood The cow blood isSort of rand reward at the end of the hour

Before ang bang I had ferreted hi and now he lay at my feet, dead and broken

I looked down at his chest, where blood had stained his flannel shirt nearly black

Blood

I ripped open his flannel shirt, buttons pinging everywhere His chest ash in a sea of caked red The hole in his chest was a dark moon in a vermilion sky

His blood would contain alcohol, as he had been drinking I didn&039;t care The blood would be pure enough Straight froain, ideal was relative Ideally I would be feasting on turkey lasagna

I dipped my head down, placed my lips over the massive wound in his chest, and drank

I returned the body to the same house, left it where it had fallen I drifted back into the darkness of the school grounds, where I knew in, still dark No one was out on the streets Curious neighbors had gone back to sleep; there were no police investigating the sound of a gunshot Apparently gunshots here were a coh occurrence to not arouse that much suspicion

The attackers theone They were scared shitless, no doubt One of their own had been shot by one of their own Each would awaken thisover, and pray to God this had all been a very bad drea answered, they were going to awaken to find the body What happened next, I didn&039;t really know or care I doubted a group of men would even attempt to identify me, lest they reveal the nature of their true intentions the night before

At any rate, using a half empty can of beer from the nearby dumpster, I had cleaned the wound of ure out why sounshot wound

As I stood there in the darkness, with a curious phantas at ain

God, he had tasted so good So daood chocolate and bad chocolate The difference between good wine and bad wine Good blood and bad blood

All the difference in the world

I left the school grounds and the neighborhood as a sloave of purple blosso the eastern horizon I hated the sloave of purple that blosso, and I needed to get ho

Since my belly was full of Switchblade&039;s blood, I did not want to cra slow and steady On the way houilt set in over what I had just done, I held fast to one thought in particular as if it were a buoy in a storm:

I did not kill him; he was already dead

I did not kill him; he was already dead

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