Blood Lust

Once there was a bed bug named Beatrice. Beatrice was good looking for a bed bug, she had a polka-dot dress (which is lower than the knee and thorax tight, Beatrice was a bit of an exhibitionist). She trudged along down the hallway, her beady little eyes searching for a new home. Suddenly warm air seeped underneath a door way. She immediately turned and walked into the warmth. Her tiny little legs sped up as she sensed the carbon dioxide drifting from her sleeping victims. Life was good, she had finally found two young men to feast on. Her twisted heart beat with a blood lust.