AU. Chris is just your regular, everyday guy... except for the fact that he's a vampire. One day while he's roaming the streets he finds a lone man collapsed on the floor.. Beaten, shot, and covered in blood... lots of blood... The only thing Chris could focus on... was all the blood oozing out of that man's body...
"Ah..." Chris exhaled...
He was reaching for breath again as his fangs released the neck of his most recent prey. Blood was smeared all over his mouth and a little was trickling from his lower lip. The tangy, sweet taste of the fluid was enough to keep him going forever...
Or at least that's the feeling he got from drinking blood.
He bared his teeth again and sunk them into his victim's neck. The stimulating taste he had gotten from this fluid was incredible... An exhilarating rush pulsed through Chris every time his lips savored the heavenly juice that runs through our bodies. It had a pungent aroma that would fill his nostrils and a zesty aftertaste that he'd enjoy fully.
All the while, Chris ignored everything around him. No sounds, movements, or interruptions were distracting him from his ultimate jawbreaker... Except for this little irritable pitch that was blasting his highly trained ears...
He could tell that the man he was drinking from was screaming... A blood-curdling scream... And not just screaming... Wailing, terrified of everything that was happening to him... There was no other way to explain how he was feeling but scared sh*tless was the word for what the horrified man was going through...
"Scream all you want... No one's going to hear you..." Chris said maniacally, pulling his fangs out and then back into the man's neck.
The flow of blood from the man's artery was rich to Chris's taste buds. Chris was in pure ecstasy, savoring the steady stream of blood drifting into his mouth. The effect it had on Chris was so intoxicating he honestly thought that one day he'd drink so much blood that he'd get wasted on it. But even Chris knew there was an extent to how long he could keep doing this...
"Mmm..." he breathed, as he took his last sip of blood.
Now Chris stopped sucking the blood from the man and pulled his fangs out of him. Chris's meal looked very fatigued and weary. Understandable since he was nearly cleaned dry. Since Chris stopped consuming the blood, he was in more control now than he ever was when his hunger took over. To a certain degree, he can control his cravings if he has to but not forever.
The blood was like a drug and to Chris it made him rude, careless, and inconsiderate. Once he got a taste of blood it would be impossible for him to stop... Of course... He's never tried to stop drinking blood before...
If there were another way for him to live, or be undead, without having to suck the life out of people's bodies, he would go with that option instantly. But that's the curse for getting to be immortal...
Chris sat the man on the floor in front of him. They were in a dark alleyway which is usually where Chris does all his dirty work. He propped the man next to a garbage can, lying him against the building wall.
Right away, Chris opened the man's drooping eyes with his fingers. He couldn't tell if the man was normally cross-eyed or if he was just too dazed from being a blood bag. "Oh well..." Chris decided.
Keeping the man's eyes open, Chris stared soullessly into them. One of Chris's unique abilities as a vampire was compulsion. Basically what it is, is that if a vampire looks straight into the eyes of another human they can easily compel them to do whatever the vampire desires.
In this case, Chris wanted to do his usual routine. He'd drink out of some poor soul and then after he would compel them to forget who he was and what he just did.
Chris said "You're going to forget everything that just happened." The man nodded still entranced by Chris's power. "If anyone asks what happened to your neck, tell them some animal bit you, but not me. Got it?" The man gave a positive nod and understood his position.
Chris was about to take leave before he faced the man one more time to say "Forgive me..." with a feeling of regret and sorrow as he treaded away into the darkness of the night, wiping his face of the remaining blood.
Piers Nivans was walking down a lonely street. He had just finished his daily shift of waiting on tables at a fancy restaurant nearby... He was sweaty, exhausted, and just wanted to crash on the concrete floor in front of him. He opened his blazer a bit to relieve him of its tightness on his neck. He was able to breathe, finally.
Just like any other waiter, he had to wear a nice dress suit worthy of a 4 star restaurant. To be honest, he was getting kind of sick of his job. Having to wait on people, serving them food he can never have... Really puts a toll on you...
He continued trotting on with a feeling of dread, but he was too tired to be wary of his surroundings...
"Hey!"
A man caught Piers up from behind and had a gun to his rear. The man nudged it deep into his side to show how serious he was. Piers had no idea what to do at this moment... He was caught off guard and now this...
"Give it up! Whatever you have on you!" The man shouted.
"Oh great, the classic steal-your-purse act..." Piers thought, annoyed.
Piers was not a man to give up a fight so easily and so he tackled the man to the ground. The robber dropped the gun he was holding and it landed a few feet away from them. Piers started landing punches on the man but they weren't as effective as he thought because the man was able to counter easily by gutting Piers in the stomach and Piers instantly keeled over.
As Piers lied on the floor, holding his bruised stomach in pain, the man took the opportunity to search Piers. He laid Piers flat out in front of him and started fumbling through the pockets, looking for anything valuable. Piers desperately tried to fight back but he was too weak to do anything. Just trying to move any of his limbs was agonizingly painful and the man would stop Piers before he could try something.
"Eh... Just a wallet..."
The wallet had 20 dollars in it. Piers didn't really care about the wallet but his pride. He wouldn't let that thief walk away leaving him immobilized. It took Piers all of his strength but he managed to stand up. The man didn't notice Piers rise up because he was walking away which gave him the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him.
"Almost got him..." Piers thought...
"Ahh!" Piers lunged at the man with full force. He concentrated all his might into this final attack, hoping to take the thief down. But to his surprise, the man was able to anticipate Pier's attack and immediately knocked Piers down.
"Humph... Stupid boy..."
The man drew out a gun and shot Piers in his abdomen area. "Argh!" Piers howled a terrible scream and blood started to flow from his side. In moments, Piers was gathering a small pool of blood next to him.
"Think before you do something you'll regret next time..."
Almost poetically, the thief pulled out a small rose from his jacket and left it on top of Piers. The color of the rose blended with the blood as it crawled down Piers body. At this moment, Piers was thinking about his life... How it was true when they say your life flashes before your eyes...
If he didn't get any medical attention soon, he would probably die... He didn't want to die. Piers was thinking about what he had in his life... Well... There's his apartment... His crappy job... And...
He reached a blank...
What else did he care about in this world...? Nothing else came into his mind... Parents.. They're both dead because of...
Piers winced... He didn't want to start remembering... The tears... The sadness... The hopelessness...
Then he decided...
"It wouldn't be so bad if I died right now..." He said, breathlessly.
Without anything to live for, Piers was starting to embrace the fact that he could have bled to death any moment now...
...But just as all hope seemed lost for Piers... The amount of blood Piers lost was tremendous... And somewhere on the other side of town a certain man could smell something invading his nostrils... The smell stroked a powerful hunger inside and started attracting him to the source...
"Mine..." Chris inhaled deeply, as his eyes turned a lightless black and his fangs started growing again...