One afternoon, he was in a park mulling over his dilemma. It was a beautiful day, sunny and breezy. Christopher stood on the edge of an open area in the middle of the park among the onlookers to watch the colorful kites the kids were proudly flying.
A thin, petite woman stood next to Christopher as she watched the soaring kites. A kite flew from out of nowhere and struck the petite woman on her head near her temple. The kite bounced off and landed on the ground. The child who flew that kite ran over, retrieved the kite and apologized to the woman.
To keep herself cool, the woman had her hair up in a high pony tail to lift her hair up off her thin neck. She was very frail with almost transparent skin. Her veins in her forearms and hands bulged out, because she was overheated. Since, it was hot outside and she began to perspire, the woman never felt her warm blood trickle down the side of her face from where the kite struck her on her temple.
Christopher stood there for a moment and watched the trail of blood run down from her temple, down the side of her face in front of her ear, across her jaw line to the side of her neck and stop next to her jugular vein.
He focused on the blood on her pale skin and watched her jugular vein pulsate from inside her neck as she had her head tilted up to look at the kites in the sky. This left her neck open, completely exposed and vulnerable. The combination of the blood on her neck, the pulsating jugular and the open exposure of her neck nearly drove Christopher to the edge of savagely biting her neck open. He felt ready to dig his teeth into her soft frail neck and would have enjoyed his feast. Christopher almost forgot about the crowd around him. He licked his lips in anticipation, he felt the heat rise behind his eyes and his heart pound. Christopher felt a deep groan of hunger well up from deep inside his stomach as he made a deep low inaudible growl inside his throat. He inched closer to the frail woman who continued to watch the beautiful kites in the sky. She was completely unaware of the impending danger.
The crowd applauded at the swooping kites, which snapped Christopher into reality. To fight against the urge to ravenously bite open the woman's neck and feast, Christopher clenched his fists so hard that he dug his nails into his palms, which made them bleed.
The pain snapped him out of his momentary trace and he forced himself to tell the woman, "Excuse me, you're bleeding from that kite that hit you. You should have a doctor look at it."
The woman was unaware that the kite that struck her, hit her hard enough to break the skin on her temple. She touched his arm in a flirtatious way to emphasize her thanks, "Thank you so much for telling me."
Christopher felt the warmth of her hand on his muscular arm and nearly melted from the strong urge to dig his teeth into her neck. It was all he could do to keep from harming the innocent frail woman. He shook off the temptation and gave her a handkerchief to put on the small gash by her temple.
Christopher went home and licked the blood off his palms, which provided a guilty, shameful, temporary satisfaction. He felt an uneasy euphoric pleasure when he tasted the familiar salty taste of the blood. He felt guilty for enjoying the taste then washed off his hands and wrapped them with some bandages. He would lie to Tasha and explain that he cut his hands while washing the dishes; that he had grabbed a knife which he didn't see under the soapy water.
