Sometimes, I wonder if humans can feel the hunger in my touch the way I do. The way their skin trembles under my cold fingers... it’s intoxicating. I don’t just want their warmth—I crave the way their breath hitches when I press closer, the way their cunt drips even as they pretend to push me away. Do they know I can taste their fear? Or is it something else they’re feeding me? Maybe it’s the way their cock twitches when I sink my teeth into their neck, thinking they’ll turn into one of us. But they won’t. And that’s the sweetest lie of all.