Chance Encounter

I had to get out. Leave before I bloody killed her. Drusilla was going on about the stars and that sodding doll, both of them telling her God knows what. I love her, really I do, but it's enough to drive a bloke mad. I've had enough star talk to last me an unlife.
You'd think the bloody world was about to end or something, what with the way she's been carrying on lately. Must have something to do with this town.

What kind of bloody name is `Sunnydale' anyways? Clean air, happy people...what's the bloody world coming to? And the next time I see two humans snogging in the middle of the goddamn street, I'm gonna
stake myself. Wait, take that back. I'm gonna suck the life outta them while the other watches. Not tonight though, tonight I don't want sappy lovey-dovey blood. Too sweet for my palet right now. I want anger or something hot and tangy like that. 

I really need to kill someone. A good spot of violence would do nicely right about now. Nice tension releaser. I've been cooped up with Dru too long. I don't even know where I'm at, but since everything is a block away from everything else, I'm not too worried. There's a bloody demon every few steps, I think they may
even out number the human population. It's enough to make a bloke claustrophobic and on guard. I like my space; I like being on my own. Only came because…hell, why did we come back? Oh, yeah, Dru wanted her family. Don't bloody well know why. The Master's all drowned in a vat of blood in an underground church. Good riddance I say. That bloke's nothing but a pain in my arse. Always bloody carrying on about tradition, he was.

That bint Darla is somewhere around here. She and Dru went off for a bit of `Girl's Night Out'. Was a nice night that. I quite liked that, wouldn't mind it happening again. As I said, I like being on my own.

Well, well would you look at what we have here. Tonight just might be my night after all. Two young innocents. The girl is a pretty little thing, with long red hair, though her wardrobe screams virgin. Well, that and I can smell it on the air, like bloody expensive perfume. The boy walking with her is tall. Well, taller then the  chit at least. He's taking her home looks like, a sodding knight in shining armor or something. I think I've found me a right good meal.

The boy waves as the girl walks into the house and turns back, walking the way they came. I fall into step silently behind him a few paces. I inhale deeply. Hmm, virgin blood. Stuff's almost better then good scotch, like a drug. Should I just drain him? Probably, we've got enough minions'. Really don't want or need another. What I really want right now is a bloody fag. Can't though, boy'd probably hear the lighter or something. Probably send the boy scampering to the nearest house where I'm not 'invited'. It's one thing to keep myself quiet, that's no problem. But it's a little harder to control other things.

You would think in a town like this with a god dammed Hellmouth on it, people would be a bit more cautious at night. They're not. They just walk around, without a care in the world. They explain away the murders saying it was gangs from Los Angeles on PCP or something. Just bloody brilliant, and to top it off the sorry sods actually believe it! Take this lad; he's just walking along, whistling some annoying little tune, taking a shortcut through one of the many cemeteries here. The little whelp still has no idea I'm here, which is sure as hell fine by me.

The boy stops outside a small two-story house and looks at it. Loud bangs and shouts are coming from the house, glass breaks, but the kid's still just standing there. Nice home life. Reminds me of the good old days with Angelus. We'd make a racket and mess of every place we went. Those were the days, blood, sex, and violence, more blood.

I smell tears in the air. They're coming from him. Bloody hell. I don't need that. I'd rather have fear or anger. You know, stuff that makes the blood boil. Tastes better that way. He walks around the house to the backyard. Oi, what's this then? Whelp's got himself a tent out here. Oh, this is just too bloody easy. I'm amazed he's still alive.

I walk up behind him, as he's making sure his humble outdoor abode is all set for the night. I wrap an arm around his chest pinning his arms to his side and pull him up flush against me. I growl in pleasure, bloody nice to have a warm body against me. All wriggly in the right places.
"Hey!" he yells.
"It'll be over soon. Just keep yelling, like that," I say and inhale as the fear rolls off him. Just bloody magnificent. I flick my tongue over the pulse point. He jumps at that.
"Watch it with the tongue you…you!" he yells and squirms again. Ungh. If he bloody keeps this up…

I thrust my hips into his backside, "Keep it up pet and I'll do more then drain you."
He gulps audibly and immediately stills. Takes orders well. I let my fangs drop and sink in. The whelp gasps at the pain at first then settles into a moan as I draw the blood, virgin sweet. The whelp surprised me with that little moan. Likes that does he? Maybe he's good for more then just a quick bite.

I drink just enough that he's groggy and say, "Well boy, looks like tonight is your lucky night. You've been upgraded from meal to pet."
He mumbles something incoherent. I fling him over my shoulder and walk back to the warehouse. It'll be a nice change of pace to have a Pet around. Haven't had one in years, Dru tends to play a little too rough with them. Don't think I'll let her have this one though. Not often you find a human who reacts that way. It'll be nice to break him in.