Stepping away from the feeling, the sudden urge to wrap their long nails and white fingers around you neck. They watch, they learn and they see everything. They feel the longing of the human touch. The warmth of the human embrace. They know what it is to watch their family die before them. They know these things because of what they are. They see these things because of what they are. The rush of blood pouring through their mouths. The sudden gush of hot crimson running down their face. It is this that they crave. The feeling of the blood rush.