"How?" Vampires drank blood. Everyone knew that. Ira could feel the hunger for it, the thirst. He wanted to find someone, someone pure and innocent. He wanted to see the fear in their eyes when he showed his fangs. He wanted to feel the heart beat when his teeth tore open the flesh.
He blinked and scrubbed a hand over his face. That wasn't what he wanted at all. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he'd never intentionally hurt anyone in his life. He didn't want to feed the hunger that burned inside him. He needed to feed it.