Blood

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'I'm not saying this will be logical in the least, but some of these things may say ''that they're true, it's pretty obvious they're not, that's the point of a creepypasta. Do not steal any elements or other things from this story, if you see it, notify me immediately.'''

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So...

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There's only one type of thirst.

But, technically, there are more. There's a thirst for a drink, like water, and then there's a thirst for humans. Not humans themselves, for just throwing a body on a plate and adding salt simply won't do. You could call it cannablism, you could call it hatred, you could call it insanity. But these people?

They liked to drink blood.

The Story
These people weren't exactly themselves. Long ago, they got a wound from a special type of thing that infected their body and split to their brain, making them want more of the only thing that could quench it. Molly had experienced this, and to say the least, she hated it, hated limiting herself.

But it's not like you can buy fresh human blood at the market. So whenever she got thirsty, she snuck out. You see, a little known fact is that vampires or whatever you like to call them can travel at the speed of light when they're not bats. It's true.

So she could very quickly excuse herself. And frankly, she was an amazing student in class. Only one person knew about her little addiction- and no, it wasn't herself, or even her parents. And no girl would ever tell their brother a secret, I can tell you that much.

So, who did she tell, you ask?

Why, she told her best friend.

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Best friends are useful for a lot of things, like clean erasers or partners for science projects. But Amy, frankly, had to be more than that; a lot more, in fact.

Why, you ask? Well, mainly because she needed someone to talk to when her thirst got too great. But her best friend didn't really count anymore- and that doesn't mean it was because she got the brains sucked out of her; oh no. It was that she, Amy Greene, could give away blood.

Yes, with a doctor's consent, she gave a little bit of her blood, a little more each year, for nine years, until she filled a jug. With her own blood. And donated it.

Every day, Molly allowed herself a little of it, though it always tasted bitter and sour, and she had to spit repeatedly to get out the aftertaste, or speed around until she found a victim. You see, she couldn't get blood from a game, but nevertheless, Animal Jam was where she spent most of her time.

She enjoyed profusely her animal and watching it walk around, and it took her mind off blood for long periods at a time. It seemed to subside her hunger. So she started playing it more; whenever she could manage. In class, she snuck it under the table, or even sat in a corner and pretended to be doing her math games, when, in reality, she was playing.

When others were doing things, like changing their computer's wallpaper or making slideshows of their friends picture, and sometimes even playing Minecraft, she was playing Animal Jam. Whenever one of her friends asked her why, she swatted them off. Everyone but Amy. When she explained her desire, Amy bit her lip. "I'm glad it keeps... you in control, but it also doesn't." Amy glanced around the room, and Molly saw what she was talking about. Most of the boys were huddled in a corner, pumping their fists whenever they killed another monster, and others swearing at the computer when they died.

"So?" Molly asked. "What's wrong with being a little... alone?"

"I've seen you pat off people all day, but they're just trying to be your friend."

"I don't talk much," Molly said simply. "What more is there to say?"

"I'm just saying, you need to get outside more."

"Why?" Molly asked, anger forming in her words. She repeated it, louder, when Amy didn't reply. Finally, she sighed. "Molly, look-"

Without thinking, Molly grabbed Amy's throat to stop her from speaking. Amy swatted at her hands. Everyone's attention was on Molly now. Some screamed and took off running, others ran over to the teacher to see their directions. The teacher frantically called in help.

Molly sucked as hard as she could, her friend turning a pale shade of white. Molly was hungry for more, though. As soon as Amy fell limp, she lunged on the nearest kid and sucked his blood. She growled, wanting more. MORE.

She grabbed as many as she could. One fell out of her reach and, growling, she moved toward the wall and pushed them against it. She wrapped her hands around their neck and sank her teeth into the flesh. She watched in pride as they choked on their own blood. She smiled maliciously, grabbing another kid. She realized there must've been a lockdown drill, but she burst through the window easily. She turned into a bat and scarred someone's face. She tried a drop of blood, then knew he must be tasty.

She ran out with him, everyone in the halls too afraid to stop her. When she got to her house, she laid him in the backyard, sucking the life out of him, before tossing him in her neighbor's yard. She flew up to her room, transformed, and closed the blinds, pacing the room, thinking.

She figured she could start a blood system, or something like that. She wondered what her school was doing. She was far too small to carry anyone else, and besides, she was exhausted. She collapsed on the bed and took a quick nap, forgetting the fact both her parents were home, and definitely would want to know why their school had reported something, and why she was home already.

But most of all, her blood-stained teeth and clothes.