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“Drink," he said.
I pressed my mouth to the wound, first lapping up the blood as it flowed out, and then sucking deeply from it. I had only tasted blood a few times before, when I had sucked on an injured fingertip. The blood I now imbibed was nothing like the mild, slightly salty liquid that ran in my own veins. Dracula's blood was delicious. It tasted like a deep, rich, full-bodied wine, with a dark, delectable tang. It was ambrosia; I felt as if I could not get enough of it. As I drank, I heard him give an ecstatic little moan. His hand cradled the back of my head and held it there, urging me to continue, while his other hand found and clasped both my hands lovingly in his.”
― Syrie James, Dracula, My Love: The Secret Journals of Mina Harker

“Tell me, Eric,â€� he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?â€�
       My mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. “What an odd question...�
       “But a valid one. Well, have you?�
       “I’ve cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...�
       “Not your own, you foolish boy.� He let out a short, derisive laugh and leaned in so that he was only a few inches from my face. “I mean the blood of another.�
       “Good God, Stefan, of course not!�
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― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“Do you ever drink animal blood? I thought some vampires drank animal blood."
He snorted. "Twilight?"
I blushed. "Um. Yeah."
"Listen, as kickass as I've always found Edward Cullen, an entire family of celibate vampires living only on animal blood... well." He smirked, his mask of cool indifference back in place. "None of those details apply to me."
My face went hot at the innuendo.”
― Jenna Levine, My Vampire Plus-One