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April 1, 2002 (BOWLING GREEN, Fla. / AP) - A man dubbed "The Vampire Rapist" because he drank the blood of a kidnapped hitchhiker killed himself in his prison cell, officials said Monday.

John Crutchley, 55, who drained and drank blood from a 19-year-old woman he abducted in 1985, was found early Saturday morning at Hardee Correctional Institution with a plastic bag wrapped around his head, the Florida Department of Corrections said.

Crutchley drained nearly half of his victim's blood with a syringe and drank some before she escaped his home in Malabar, 60 miles southeast of Orlando.

Sentenced to 25 years in prison, Crutchley served 10 years before he was released to a halfway house in Orlando in August 1996. He was arrested the next day when state probation officials said he tested positive for marijuana.

Crutchley received a life sentence after that violation. The Florida Department of Law Enforcement is investigating Crutchley's death.

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