Crimson. Red. That deep, oozing color that seeps from a human's veins as the light leaves their eyes, their chest falling as they take their last breath. It's like adrenaline, the feeling coursing through your body and making your breathing erratic from the taste. You lick your teeth, watching the red, pulsating line in their neck, just begging to be cut. You lurch forward, bare your fangs. You dig in.