She smiled as she stabbed at my vein and slowly drained the blood out of my body. I knew this would happen, but I was still surprised at the weakness slowly overcoming me. Just like in George R.R. Martin's novel, being offered food beforehand was no guarantee of sanctuary. In fact it was the prelude to this sanguine ritual only a few ever partake -- too few in fact. But I am myself to blame, for I chose to do it without regard of the risks. After a few minutes it was over. The blood, the life force, taken out of me is now stored in an arcane vial by these vampires (but more like Twighlight vampires than Underworld vampires) residing in this mystical cabal called the Deutsches Rotes Kreuz -- a very scary name if you don't understand it, I know. I thought it was finished but actually the danger was about to escalate, as I in my weakened state was led to a feast where nice-looking, smiling, aged creatures who resemble like grandmothers stuff you with all varieties of food. After my 3rd soup, and countless waffles, I managed to stagger out of the nightmarish cathedral of sorts, bloodied but overall alive. After a few steps I managed to smile; I've survived yet again the Ritual of Saving Lives or as some call it -- the Quest of Heroes.
Heheh :P
Less dramatic: For those of you who haven't donated blood yet but can, I encourage you to do so. Especially the ones who have Rhesus negative blood. You just might save a life. At the very least, you get free food :D
