My preference is that you keep your arteries clean, for I am a vampire who likes to drink blood: I suck it through your veins, after biting your flesh with my teeth.
I go searching for victims to drain, in the dark, at night. As I explained before, I hate sunshine: it makes me mad. So I find a good body to bite; then I fly as a bat through the fields of wheat, and I partake of the fruit trees.
During the daylight hours, I lie in my coffin; but I’m not dead—I’m only sleeping. I’m just resting my head and enjoying a little shuteye.
However, back to the topic: Blood. — I simply love it; I will drink it all up. Give it to me in a basin or a goblet. I’ll gladly gulp it from a canteen, or wrap my lips around the nozzle of a spigot, if you have it on tap. Try filling a saucer-shaped feeder with blood instead of nectar, and I will transform into a hummingbird.
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