And this one, but because I've never gad the urge to drink blood it doesn't surprise me I'm having a hard time getting the longing into my mind
Help PLEASE?
I think what you're doing is breaking up the description, the red phrases stop the pictures forming and dissociate the image and the feeling - they are a bit formal for what you're trying to do.
I've taken what I think you trying to do in the bold passage and re-written it, hopefully it will illustrate what I was meaning about the break-up in the description. I'm not saying it's great by any means, but I couldn't think of another way of showing you what I meant. Good luck with the fic.
"Suddenly, I was greeted by a combination of smells. Powerful to the point of being overwhelming, the stench of burnt coffee and grease turned my stomach. I felt physically ill, my heightened senses revolting against the assault on them. Part of me wanted to move away but I couldn't, for underneath the grease and coffee was another scent - one that teased my nose. The scent of blood! Rich and tempting it reminded me that I was parched, made my chest ache with longing and sent a kaleidescope of images flashing through my mind. The feeling of skin giving way beneath my teeth, the expression on the face of my chosen victim and the unique pleasure of their blood flowing into my mouth. Shuddering, I forced a measure of control. Acting on my desires was impossible; I must stay hidden, yet the insidious call echoed in my mind - I must resist."