Biting, sucking them dry...feeling the intoxicating copper, glide and flow through him.

The dark corners of the bar shrunk with fear, the occupants of those corners, blending into the walls, being still and silent...as only they could. They knew. Knew what he was, and what he did.

Cannibal.

Marvel of modern science.

VAMPIRE.

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What could drive him to devour his own kind. The same thing that drove him so long ago to kill and to drink.

Hunger.

The pigs blood just doesn't cut it. Its not real, not satisfying. Where oh where can you get human blood, without killing or harming a human?

VAMPIRE.

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Does he care what he has become. Did he ever really care what he had become. No soul, no conscience. Just the hunger, driving him to do the unspeakable.

They think that he's on their side, that he's helping, helping himself more like it. If the Slayer trusts him, well, bonus.

The happy meals with legs now came in convienient disposable dust wrappers.

VAMPIRE.

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She smells like sunshine. It glows from within her skin, the suns warmth trapped just below the surface screaming to him for release.

He watches her, and as she wrestles with tonights demon, he battles his own. If only he could just taste her, feel that warmth that she taunts him with every day.

The demon slams her into the headstone, he bursts into action, attacking, tearing and killing it. She's not looking, he inhales the blood, feeling it all around him, dripping through his fingers, off his fangs.

Then it is dust.

VAMPIRE.

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She thanks him. He has become a partner, helping where he can.

Why she wonders, what could possibly be in it for him.

VAMPIRE.

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Fin.~