Author's note: Well, I finally got a decent length one-shot out.
Been a while since I wrote a one-shot that was longer than one
page and wasn't for 15minuteficlets, but here's a four page long
one-shot that I'm actually rather fond of, set after Nomak kills
the drug dealer. Hope you enjoy, and please review, because
reviews are my addiction, just not harmful.  Disclaimer: I own
nothing. Not even Zita. I just gave her a name, cause I couldn't
call her the girl, or junkie, or that druggie girl, etc. Please
don't sue me. I don't want to be sued, and I don't have much
money as it is. Just like, twenty bucks. But if you would like
to give me the rights to Nomak, I'd appreciate it very much,
since nobody else seems to want him or want to do anything with
him.   The blood. It tasted so sweet, so deliciously sweet. It
made him almost delirious, delirious with relief. It was a faint
relief the blood brought to him, cold as a dead body yet not
coagulated, smooth, cooling his feverish body.  Nomak had known
the dealer w