As I walk in the night shadows through the city, I listen to the wind, and I sense fear, but I don't know what of. My red hair is loose, I am wearing a pair of black leather trousers with a strappy black top, although I can still move very easily, un-lucky for some.
At last I find my prey for tonight, a young lad, quite tall with blondish hair. He is by himself, this makes it much easier for me as I am new to this life, even though if I wanted to I could scare away a hundred humans from one lad, but I will get to that.
I wait next to an old run down building, within the shadows, no cars pass here, and the place seems to be deserted tonight, the only other people who come down this way are those damned druggies. The night is dark with no moon, what a lovely time for this lad to die. He walks along slowly, as I start to think about the blood, my fangs begin to grow. As he nears me, I step out into the street lights light, at first he doesn't notice me, but when he lifts his head, believe me he does, my green eyes shining bright, and looking right at him. Wassup darlin, want a lift somewhere, me cars just around the corner. I don't say anything to him, I just look at him, what a fool I think. It amuses me to think I was once a human, how nieve and full of stupidity I must have been. Hey you alright darlin , so you comming with me?
You say your car's just around the corner
yeah, I start to walk slowly with him, as I want to get away from the side of the road, just in case some lonesome person ambles by. I push him down on the paved roadside, wounding him in the process. You're keen he says back to me, not even a able to keep his eyes in focus. He is definatly on something, but this wont make any differnce, because when I drink his blood, my blood cells will kill off any disease, or drugs that are lurking in there.
I put my hands on his shoulders keeping him firmly down, so he can't move. I tilt his head to one side, as my fangs pierce his skin then through to his veins. He screams out in pain, just like a vulture alone out in the plane. His blood is spurting out, and there are bruises on his neck from his gapeing wounds. As I drain all his blood and life from him, I feel it sliding down my throat and refeshing me once more. I torment him further by drowing my fangs further in his blood, screaming more, this time so hollow, as there is practically nothing left of him. I stop, when there is absolultly nothing left him, my fangs now appear to be human teeth.