<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653063430890813457</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:57:27.484-07:00</updated><category term="living dead"/><category term="new vampire hungry blood"/><title type='text'>COLD BLOOD</title><subtitle type='html'>Cold Blood is a series of stories about vampires and how Abby (or Abigail) became a vampire.  These stories are fiction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cold-blooded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653063430890813457/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cold-blooded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>domeeno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11407201213845887481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653063430890813457.post-4606497994723133394</id><published>2010-04-17T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:15:44.160-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="living dead"/><title type='text'>The End and The Beginning (cont.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Wait! No! That’s not me,&lt;/i&gt; I thought to myself. &amp;nbsp;It wasn’t me. &amp;nbsp;I took a step back, releasing the woman, and started running, as fast and far away as possible. &amp;nbsp;After a few moments I heard a scream in the distance. &amp;nbsp;For how long have I been running? &amp;nbsp;Not more than a couple of seconds, but I kept running, and running. &amp;nbsp;I finally stopped, alone and in the middle of a wooden area. &amp;nbsp;I looked around, and there were no paths, no people, no sounds. &amp;nbsp;Silence. &amp;nbsp;I waited for heavy breathing, my heart beat, panting. There was no nothing. &amp;nbsp;I realized I was not taking a breath, and as I touched my chest there was nothing there either. &amp;nbsp;How long have I been standing here? &amp;nbsp;Why do I not hear my heart beating? &amp;nbsp;Where was I? &amp;nbsp;Suddenly another scent, not as strong, not as appealing, but my throat was burning again. &amp;nbsp;What was this feeling? &amp;nbsp;I turned around and a little critter came around a bush… no more hunger… no more thirst… at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=aripetgui07-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002P4Y2DK&amp;amp;fc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=666666&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=aripetgui07-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0385738943&amp;amp;fc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=666666&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=aripetgui07-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=042519485X&amp;amp;fc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=666666&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=aripetgui07-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0441018238&amp;amp;fc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=F6AD0F&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=666666&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-cold-blooded.blogspot.com/feeds/4606497994723133394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-cold-blooded.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-and-beginning-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653063430890813457/posts/default/4606497994723133394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653063430890813457/posts/default/4606497994723133394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-cold-blooded.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-and-beginning-cont.html' title='The End and The Beginning (cont.)'/><author><name>domeeno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11407201213845887481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653063430890813457.post-834880493394204285</id><published>2010-03-28T12:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:19:25.428-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new vampire hungry blood"/><title type='text'>The End and The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;All I felt was pain. &amp;nbsp;Darkness. &amp;nbsp;It surrounded me. &amp;nbsp;I didn’t know whether my eyes were open or closed. &amp;nbsp;Burning. &amp;nbsp;Like flames blazing down my throat, up my nose, inside my chest. &amp;nbsp;It was like a need for something I didn’t know. A hunger. A thirst.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, the pain started to subside. &amp;nbsp;But the thirst was still there. &amp;nbsp;My eyes started to open and I saw light from in between the trees. &amp;nbsp;I didn’t recognized the place where I was. &amp;nbsp;Trees surrounded me, but it was not silent like I would have thought. &amp;nbsp;I could hear noises close by, but, how close? &amp;nbsp;I could hear cars driving by, but I didn’t see the road. &amp;nbsp;I heard someone coming. &amp;nbsp;I could smell it. &amp;nbsp;I could smell it?! Yes! &amp;nbsp;There was a sweet scent getting closer, becoming stronger. &amp;nbsp;The crunching of the leaves felt as if they were right next to me. &amp;nbsp;It was almost deafening. &amp;nbsp;But where? &amp;nbsp;I looked around me, and saw nothing. &amp;nbsp;The smell, sweet scent was getting closer. &amp;nbsp;I slowed down, calmed down, and saw a path close by. &amp;nbsp;A trail deep in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;
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I try to stand up, and was up faster than what I thought I would be capable of. &amp;nbsp;I thought to myself “how could this be? &amp;nbsp;Wasn’t I disabled?” &amp;nbsp;I checked myself to see if I had any wounds, broken bones, where did the pain I had come from? &amp;nbsp;Nothing in what I could see on my body showed any sign of struggle, but my clothes, my hair, had blood on them, but no wounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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The scent was so clear, it made my throat burn with thirst. &amp;nbsp;I sat on the ground, and waited, but not a second later I saw her walking closer to me. &amp;nbsp;What kind of perfume is she wearing? &amp;nbsp;So sweet and desirable. &amp;nbsp;I felt so hungry and thirsty. &amp;nbsp;I turned and saw her closer and closer with every step, not even noticing my presence in the deeper part of the path. &amp;nbsp;I felt a monster inside wanting for her to get closer. &amp;nbsp;The burning was getting worse and worse, and some sort of an instinct told me to walk, no, run towards this person I did not know. &amp;nbsp;This instinct pushed me to jump in front of her, and then what? &amp;nbsp;I followed it, but still didn’t understand it. &amp;nbsp;I wasn&#39;t certain of what I was doing. &amp;nbsp;I jumped right in front of her and startled her. &amp;nbsp;There she stood motionless, looking in to my eyes, as if time and space had stopped. &amp;nbsp;I could hear her heart beat though, as if it was beating outside her chest and right in my ear. &amp;nbsp;It was strong and fast, and loud, clear, healthy. &amp;nbsp;I grabbed her arm, and still she did not make a sound, but she did looked terrified. &amp;nbsp;What did I look like? &amp;nbsp;Was I a monster? &amp;nbsp;I brought her closer to me and she turned her head to one side, still not making a sound, just a quiet weep, as if she was going to cry. &amp;nbsp;Instinctevely I brought her closer. &amp;nbsp;Still not understanding, I let her face rest on my hand, and she stood still, like if she was hypnotized, or immobilized by something. &amp;nbsp;Then, something inside, the monster, showed me the source of the sweet scent. &amp;nbsp;I could see the throbbing motion of the flow of her blood through her neck; the smell was like sweet vanilla, sugar cookies, honey. &amp;nbsp;I couldn’t place what it was, but it was so inviting, so engaging, it made my mouth water, and it came from inside her neck. &amp;nbsp;How could that be. &amp;nbsp;The monster told me to bite, as if I was biting a piece of delicious food. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;YUM!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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