[ WP ] A vampire drinks blood from someone with Ebola .

The blood tasted... off. I could n't quite place it. It was n't pneumonia, or HIV, or cancer, but it was something different. The blood had a bitterness that I could n't quite figure out, and it made the kill a little less victorious. Whatever it was, it had the overwhelming flavor of deadliness. 
 
 It still quenched my thirst, though, but it did change things for me a little. The moral qualms most of my friends had battled with decades ( hell, for some, centuries ) ago and come to terms with still plagued me. I'd been doing this for twenty seven years, but I'd still never really gotten over the taking of a life. I'd found that a little here and there was enough to leave my victims in an almost fugue state and sate my appetite for a day. Finding someone alone and unsuspecting on a daily basis was a little tiring, and most of my friends made fun of me, but I was insistent. No need to kill unnecessarily. 
 
 Unless, like this time, the taste of disease running through their veins crossed my lips. Then I'd suck them dry, figuring I'd put them out of their misery and keep them from infecting others, keep their families from suffering through being burdened by them. I was an angel of death, kissing them sweetly and comforting them in their last moments. I may have been a vegetarian, but I could recognize that I was the superior being, and I did n't have qualms about deciding what would be best for them. 
 
 I had a few days now before I'd have to hunt again. Three or four days and I could go back to my usual method of stalking and sipping my way through non-life. A few days until I'd unwittingly start spreading ebola to my victims.
