A/N. Nikola said he never fed on a human, but that doesn't necessarily mean he never had human blood. This is just a really short one-shot guessing how he could have gone about that. Assuming, of course, that the Sanctuary vampires actually need blood to survive. I haven't watched the seasons in awhile, but I don't think they addressed that...
Random Historical Fact For Dis One. The real Tesla had an incredible ability to deny himself gratification.
Confidence
The key was confidence.
The way he walked. The way he marched down the hallway of the hospital like he had a place to be. The way he wore the lab coat like it was really his and did not actually belong to some man named Dr. R. O'Brien. The way he smiled at pretty nurses like he wasn't as tense as a spring, coiled tight, about to burst.
He picked a room at random and nearly cried in joy. The man in the chair looked like a pro football player. A full bag already sat on the hook and another was rapidly filling. Nikola Tesla leaned back out the door, saw no one, and stepped inside fully. The man's eyes were closed and he was wearing headphones.
Moving with grace and stealth, Nikola snagged the full bag and slipped back out. The warm plastic in his pocket nearly made him salivate, but his old skills of self-denial were still strong. He slipped like the shadowy Dracula of old into eight more rooms, three of which actually had a pint to be harvested.
Confidence was key.
The way he strolled out under the stares of nurses licking their lips as they eyed his long strides. The way he walked evenly, as if under that white coat there wasn't crimson life sloshing in thick plastic.
He walked right out the door and slid out of the coat, deftly rolling the bags inside it in the same motion. Clutching his bundled meal to him like a child, he walked two blocks, turned sharply down an alley, and crouched behind a garbage bin.
It burned his pride to be in this position, but his hope for a different day kept him going. He let his claws slide out and stabbed easily through the reinforced bag. Bringing the plastic close to his mouth before pulling his claw out, he swiftly closed his lips around the hole and drank liquid life into his body. Finishing the bag, he took his first breath since starting. He licked the blood from his lips and gasped for air, even as he picked up the second bag.
One day he wouldn't have to feed in a back alley like a homeless druggie satisfying a hit.
One day humans would beg to give up their blood to him and his kind.
Nikola grinned as he punctured the second bag open like a juice box and sucked at it.
One day, he would be King.
~fin~