This may be taboo. Or not, because I'm rather sure that a few people I've seen on the community would feel euphoria from it. Cw heavy dehumanizing language and subjects, and also romanticization about it, talking of humans as bloodbags and livestock, non-consensual blood-drinking, hunting, ask to put content warnings here!!!!!
I know it's not the best to want this considering it's ethics and everything but... I yearn soo much to just go on a forest, dance for a few hours in The Moonlight, until I hear someone's heart beating. Sitting on a high tree branch so I can see them in a place they won't see me, in a way that makes me be higher than them. Just to see a traveler, maybe a bard, who knows? Only thing I know is that they were wandering in the forest in nighttime. Follow them on the trees for however many time is needed until they notice me, hear their heart pounding as they sprint, because they know, they just know. Despite humans not being preys for a while, that they've stumbled on the territory of a predator. Quick, short breaths coming here and there, showing that they're getting tired and more tired of sprinting on a forest that they don't know how to get out of, risking being found by something much bigger and worse than the current problem Only for it to be all over, the moment I get tired of toying with them, of feeling their heart running purely on adrenaline, of hearing them scream, sob and cry for help. And with a quick jump, pin them on the ground, take hold of their arms, and sink my fangs into their neck. To be able to chat with other vampires, while drinking blood on a wine glass, about our bloodbags, about putting unremovable collars on them, to thrall them in a way that makes them able to hate us and wanting to get out, yet their body won't follow along when they try to plan their escape. To enter a room with a few humans, all with painful looking bite marks that haven't yet been healed, with collars and chains on their body, all flinching the moment I get in the room. Some staring at me with rage filled gazes, looking at me as if I've crushed every hope they've ever had, and I probably did. Others, barely able to breathe, scared that if they do, I'll notice their presence and decide to drain them in the moment, and I probably would. Touching all of them, patting their heads, and ruffling their hair, knowing that they would Wish my demise on the very first Shooting Star they see. Putting collars that can be removed on the new bloodbags, not thralling them, so they still have the urges to fight, bite, tear me apart. So their body still listens to them, so they can plan an escape and actually follow through, just to be painfully knocked by me, bruising their skin for daring to try and get away from such a lovely place, draining them from so much blood that anyone would think they'd die but they don't To have humans fear me and look at me as if I would dare sink my fangs into The Cosmos Itself, most of them not understanding why they feel so intimidated by me, I haven't done anything wrong after all, right? A few of them knowing just why they're scared of me, humans who were once livestock, humans that once had to see their only family be drained from their blood in front of them and not be able to do anything. Getting instantly that I'm dangerous, that they moment they can flee from the room, they should. But even then, knowing it'd be useless.
