My guilt bled out of me from the teeth marks he left in my flesh. Guilt for speaking my mind when something bothered me. Guilt for having a bad day. Guilt for wanting to feel desired. Guilt for having desires. Guilt for wanting more. There I was, losing a little blood each and every day in this twisted fairytale that looked a lot like Oz but was actually a less desirable part of Wonderland. And there he was. My blood dripped from his hands as he sucked his fingers dry. He was a vampire, and I was his prey.