Bloodlust

Dracula POV
Her blood is viciously alluring to me. That's how this bitch witch set the magnifiently conniving little trap. She found my coffin, opened it, and cut herself from sternum to gut. Surprisingly enough it wasnt the blood curdling scream from her voluptuous lips that woke me. The bitch witch soak my pale sleeping form with her bewitched seductively charmed blood. That cut should have ended her but her determination for life everlasting coupled with a healing spell stopped her from dying instantly. Her next move called to the wildness within me. She wakes me from my slumber and runs like scared prey. The predator in me accepted this unspoken challenge and gave chase. I'm am Dracula, father to monsters that go bump in the night. Of course I caught her. Called by her exotic magicked blood and fueled by a desperate hunger I fed. No I remade the little hellion in my desperate attempt to feed by drinking every last drop of her.
Witch POV
Her sickness made her chase immortality. The cancerous cells in her body drove her to committing action she felt were unspeakable. She was ready to face guilt and undeadness. The one thing she didn't account for was the bloodlust.
Blood.
Lust.
So rich.
So thick.
So tempting.
So delicious.
The taste of blood on your tongue it's like nothing else.
Her voracious appetite is what made her dangerous to vampires and humans alike. She was consuming blood at an alarming rate. She knew this but still the blood in their veins screamed at her. The wildness she suspected came with this life wanted it
all. Every last enticing drop.
Dracula POV
Her kills littered the streets of New Orlean's French Quarter. Men laying dead with smile plastered on thier faces. Women stuck with a stricken look forever. Even the children she went after have indescribable horror on thier faces. Fifty people scrawled about the Quarter. This is not hunger. This is a wild spirit of gluttony left unchecked. She was only a week old. I had to set a trap and end her before she outted us all. After I cleaned up her mess.
Witch POV
I received the invitation from my maker, the one and only Dracula, to drink with him in a fortnight. It said "I've never met another with so keen an appetite. We shall feast little one. We shall feast and reign side by side forever." How can I refuse?
Dracula POV
I can smell her coming. I met her at the door and she greeted me with a surprised expression. She was wearing a velvet black dress, very tempting, but the deep V cut in the front and back of the dress is what made thoughts unintelligible. She saw this and had a proud smile resting on her face. I invited her in she turned look back to say something and I stabbed her in the heart with a wooden stake. She was too tempting to stay undead.