Preparing For The Birth Of Evil

I can recall clearly the first time that I was daring enough to break into the blood bank. 

I was a youngling at only the age of a few months. My Maker, who was also my Master, was trying to teach me restraint. Yet even though in the beginning he thought that he was succeeding, I soon prove to him how spectacularly he was failing. 

I had, after having quite the encounter with a sweet your nurse, I came to realize that there was an abundance of blood that can be freely taken. Well, that was my firm belief. 

Now I did soon realize that it was not the same as the heavenly nectar that so warmly came from a very much living mortal. It was quite a different taste to get used to, but what was an added bonus is that you could choose your favorite blood type.

Well, to say that I did not get carried away is an understatement. There was soon a shortage of blood, and at first my Master did not put the pieces together. But the moment it became known tha