We stepped out into the night and people passed by in front of us, a loud pounding entered my head. I thought I would pass out from the intense need to eat. I growled low in my throat, trying to follow a piece of blonde-haired woman that looked so hot, but again his hands were on me and I was against him. I looked up into his eyes and melted once again, mumbling about not getting any fine ass again as long as his hands were on me. He laughed; I melted even more, if that was possible.
Come, I will give you the world at your feet.
I was hooked and there was no turning back. Not that I had a choice any longer, but I did not fully realize that yet. He did not steer me, yet he controlled my direction, walking beside me we traveled the city streets until I thought I would die from the hunger growing in me. We walked into the city park and sat on the bench watching as moonlight lovers passed us by. I was growing frustrated and it showed.
The couples kissing embraced in each other’s arms. I could hear their heartbeats. I could feel their passion and my own grew. He stood and I followed once more. He led me into the trees and took me along a narrow path not used by humans. When he stopped, we were but a hairs breath from one couple. I could see their blood pulsing through their body and I nearly jumped through the trees at them. I knew what my hunger was. I knew I needed their life source. The couple moved towards us, wanting the tree’s cover. He grabbed the young man and the woman was left for me.
I took her in my arms and found it easy to hold her against my body. Her warmth seeped into my body lighting it on fire. My eyes wandered to him with the young man. His eyes shone in the dark and his teeth glowed as he opened his mouth, his teeth sinking into the warm flesh. I followed suit. I knew what I needed to do. I did not have to watch him. I knew the blood would satisfy my hunger.
I just had to watch him first, feeling that passion building in me again. Feeling my body respond to the sight of him feeding as my body began to jerk. The pain was intense and it was wonderful. My teeth sunk into the woman’s flesh even as she struggled fruitlessly against me. Her life source, her blood, her forced offering flowed into my mouth as I growled, and she melted under my mouth. I drank and I drank, feeding off her warm blood, feeling her body become lifeless in my arms, until I was full.
A great pain entered my body, falling to my knees she left my arms and fell dead before me, her throat torn open from my feeding. The blood was minimal I made sure of that. My stomach tore at me, my body jerked and I fell back against the ground. The realization of what I just did hitting me. I had killed. I had taken the woman’s life. I had ended her existence with my need, my hunger.
Looking up at the night sky, seeing the stars above me, looking down on me, judging me and I wept.
Come, the sun will be up soon, you need rest.
I woke, and with the waking, I remembered. The taste of the woman’s blood in my mouth, how it felt so warm going down my throat, the memory flooded my brain. I crawled out of the bed, knowing it would be night again and I looked around the room. He was no longer around. No trace of him and I wondered if it was really all a dream. At least until that hunger came rushing at me, and the uncontrollable urge to taste that warm blood again consumed me.
I moved about my room aimlessly, not knowing if I should go out, or if I should wait for him. I was hungry. I wanted to eat; I wanted to taste the blood again. I needed it. I couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing my long black coat, I headed out into the night. I almost take the first person I see as I stepped out in front of them walking out of my house. Something holds me back and I realize, it would be stupid to feed so close to home. I didn’t need to be questioned about dead people.
I walk along the same path we had taken the night before, finding the same bench and sit on it. Watching the couples passing by, knowing they are looking for a private spot to be alone together. Should I be looking at couples on this night, alone? I figured I would have more trouble with two, but who was to find a single person walking through here at night.
Unless it was a druggie, and something told me, I should not be looking to them for my food either. I gathered myself up and walked out of the park, looking for somewhere I could find my need filled. I noticed a man walking out of a bar; he is young and good-looking. He seems fit, and I wonder if I can take him. I wonder if he will overpower me. I follow him, walking as quietly as I can down the street and into an alley.
Probably a route he took every night. I realize where I am and I turn off from his path. I know how to get in front of him and surprise him. He is coming closer. I can hear his heart beat. I can see the vein in his neck pulsing, even in this dark alley. He is closer and closer, I step out in front of him. He is rude, and tells my faggot ass to move out of his way. I recognize him and I am angered.
He is a punk that often insults me when he sees me. I work with him. He is perfect for my next meal. He tries to push past me and I am surprised to feel my power as I grab his arm and throw him against the brick wall. His eyes are big, scared, and confused. I am not what he thought I was once. I am different and it registers in his brain. Suddenly, I don’t want to just feed on him, I want to take him.
I want to show him what this faggot ass can do to him, without his permission. Not here though, it was too risky. I could hold off on my hunger for a little while. I looked at him; I wanted him to just sleep so I could move him. Suddenly he slumped in my arms, I had heard about things like that, and here I could do it.
I flipped him over my shoulder, taking the back alleys to my apartment and easily carried him up the stairs. Once inside I put him on the bed, I thought about tying him to the bedposts, but why bother. I was strong enough to handle him. I watched him as he lay on my bed peacefully. I was so hungry, I need to feed so badly, but I wait. I want him another way first. I reach down and tug on his shirt.
He wakes up, looking up into my eyes with fear, he tries to move, and I hold him down with one hand. I grab his shirt again and rip it from his body. I look into his eyes; I know I can just make him do what I want. But, no. I want to take it from him. His chest has a little dark hair on it; I look into his eyes and notice for the first time how bright they are, now filled with fear though.
He doesn’t know whether to scream or try to break away. Hmmm, does he really want it? I slide a finger down his chest, grabbing a small nipple and pinching it hard. He gasps, he arches up. Damn, I was hoping. But, no, maybe he can’t resist the sensation. I notice he is trying to inch towards the edge of the bed, away from me. Ahh so he does have some fight in him. Good. I let him edge a little at a time, giving him a sense of some little security, thinking he can escape. That I don’t notice.