Slowly I wake, my stomach on fire with terrible hunger. I have not eaten
in days – since the day I boarded this transport ship bound for Coruscant,
from the planet Concord Dawn.

I can smell the scent of the other beings aboard the ship – and that of a
being of great dark power and strength. I can sense his mind search through
those of the other passengers aboard, and suddenly, his mind comes upon
mine. But as his mind caresses and gently probes my own with a feather light
touch, my insatiable hunger fades and is replaced with an undeniable desire
– need to seek him out and make the sacred Kenthri Union with him. Kenthri –
the sacred union of male and female, body and blood, the unbreakable bond of
life mates.

His mind lingers with mine a few moments longer, then his mind slips away
and my desire to couple with him remains, but my need to feed painfully
returns though not as strong as my need to seek out the dark powerful being
somewhere within the ship.

I slowly rise from my bed, making my way into the refresher adjoining my
personal suite, where I bathe. With my towel wrapped about me, I leave the
refresher to dress – a black, tight fitting, fullbody suite, and a sheer
black slave dancer inspired skirt and black leather boots that come to just
below my knees. Last, I wear a gold medallion with the crest of my family
upon it, set deep into an iridescent blood red stone, hanging upon a chain
of gold about my neck.

Once my length of hair is brushed thoroughly, I softly color my pale face
to hide my true color and what I am for we are a greatly feared species.

I am Kamfrin - a rare, little known species of beings that look human but
have pale death white skin, pointed ears, slitted eyes that enable us to see
in the dark. A single pair of retractable long sharp fangs among the upper
row of teeth, and an insatiable craving from fresh red blood – preferably
human.

My kind are capable of baring offspring and enjoy the act of body
unification above all others. The Kenthri – the sacred union of male and
female, body and blood, the union of life mates. Kenthri takes place only
once in a lifetime and is the first body union most Kamfrin females. Some
unwed females mate with other males for pleasures' sake, enjoying the act
for how it feels.

I am and have remained pure, despite having the cravings to bond with a
male. By instinct, my body chooses the mate I will bond with for the rest of
my life – either he be Kamfrin or of a different species. And strangely, my
body and I both have chosen the dark being I had sensed above all the other
beings aboard the transport ship.

I open the door of my suite, and stepping into the main corridor, I find
beings of many kinds moving about in either direction. Apparently the
transport ship had many more passengers board as I had slept.

And with the increase of scents, my hunger rises painfully.

I can sense urgency, fear, terror and the sense of impending doom waft
through the ship. Their turmoil will make their life's blood all the more
intoxicating.

With great skill, I control my oncoming bloodlust as I walk along the
corridor toward the center of the ship.

Instantly I find myself in the dinning hall….and I see bodies lying
everywhere, bandages, bleeding, limbs missing or just hanging by threads,
people wandering aimlessly about, eyes without emotion, blood and wounds
upon their bodies. The dinning hall had been converted into a medical ward!

Immediately, the powerful scent of fresh blood overwhelms me, sending me
into an almost uncontrollable bloodlust frenzy. I feel my eyes begin to glow
with golden light, and my fangs begin to emerge from their hiding places.

Quickly, I turn from the sight, closing my eyes and breathing as slowly as
I am possibly able. I attempt to keep what control I can over my body – my
ravenous hunger. Finally opening my eyes, I return the way I had just come,
the scent of blood filling my nostrils with each breath I take – torturing
me beyond comprehension.

My throat burns and my lungs ache as I attempt to hold the breath in my
chest, not wanting to take another breath, not to taste – smell the sweet
scent of blood in the air.

The hunger. Why am I accursed with it? Why must I drink to survive?

My heart rages in my chest, thrumming in my ears as I try to get myself as
far away from the sight and scent of the dead and dying. And as I move along
the still crowded corridor, I am thankful for my length of hair draping
about my face, its shadows hides my brilliantly glowing eyes – a tail-tell
sign of what I am.

To be discovered in my present state would be dangerous for me, and all
those around me – a Kamfrin in a bloodlust must be captured until the hunger
passes or is suppressed. And if anyone were to attempt in capturing me, I
would kill many and may become injured in the process. I cannot allow that.

I move along the corridor, my arms about me, as if to keep my hunger back.
I try to keep my eyes to the floor, only to glance up to see where I go and
the people ahead of me. I continue to fight the gnawing hunger

And then…I snap – the bloodlust takes over.

I find a tall human male of perfect size and with speed faster than sight,
I charge at him before me. Perfectly oblivious to attack, I wrap my arms
about his shoulders, and my legs about his waist and with a ravenous hiss, I
grasp a handful of hair and sink my emerging fangs into the soft delicate
skin of his neck.

Before my victim even has the time to acknowledge my attack, his hot sweet
blood pumps from the punctures in his neck with each beat of his heart,
filling my mouth with its unique hot sweetness of life.

But the moment he realizes I have him, his arms warp about me, his hands
grasping at me trying to break my death grip upon him. Yet I hold tightly to
him, my grip like a vise of hardest durasteel – knowing that all in the
corridor watches in horror as I attack this innocent man. I care not, my
hunger has taken over – I have lost all control.

He gasps and tries vainfully to pull me from him, feeling his life’s blood
leaving him and entering my suckling mouth. And soon, all he can do now is
hold tightly to the back of my head, holding to my hair, knowing that all
attempts at escape is futile.

He falls to his knees, holding me to his weakening body his breath hard,
his heart beating wildly, painfully as it attempts to pump blood throughout
his body, but has not realized that it is slowly being starved to death.

I moan with ecstasy – his fear making his blood all the more sweeter and
intoxicating, and in turn I suckle harder and harder, wanting more and more
– until I have consumed every last sweet crimson drop.

His legs give way from under us and we fall to the floor, his arms still
about me in his death grip, hands fisted in my hair. His heart slowlys, his
breath fading…his life’s blood filling me inside with its nourishment.

Then his grip loosens his tense muscles lax and with his last breath he
whispers in an almost inaudible voice.

“Thank you”

Then he fades in life to the next as I move my lips from his neck, licking
the remainder of his blood from the small wounds with the tip of my tongue
and I then rise to my feet, not once taking my eyes from the man whom I had
released from life.

And without raising my eyes, I move from over the lifeless body of my
victim and continue along my way down the corridor, all eyes upon me, horror
in their eyes, moving to be as far from me as they are possibly able.