The cold Charleston air blew over Tanya's bare neck as Samson bit down and drank the addicting elixirof life and allowed his deadly toxin to flow into her veins. She whimpered a little but he pulled her closer and increased the pressure on her mind so she could die in complete bliss. He inserted his favorite images into her mind, hoping they would pleasure her as well. The full moon, the hot air balloon suspended over the field of green, the first touch of another man under the tree when he first came to South Carolina. Then something snapped in her mind.
"No!" she screamed, trying to shove him backward off of her. "Don't do this! Ouch!" Where did his control go? She was so submerged in blissful oblivion. What happened? He threw her to her lefts and she slammed into the green dumpster and looked up, knowing he would see Ryan. Bastard!
He turned and jerk the girl off her feet and thrashed her throat with his razor teeth and gave her neck one last lick before leeping to the roof of the building. Ryan's mind maybe stronger that his but he was no match physically. "You goddamn punk!" Samson threw a ball of energy into Ryan's chest, sending him reeling back onto the gravel covering on the roof of the fru-fru restaurant below.
Ryan pulled himself to his feet and opened his hands wide to allow the life from the people below absorb into him. "The population of vampires is bad enough in Charleston. You need to go to the blood banks in West Ashley of Moncks Corner. They are their for a reason."
"Yeah, for people who are too damn incompident to make their own kills. You need to mind your own buisness, I'm not bothering you."
"You are making it hard to live in this city for the mortals. They can't fight back against vampire attacks!"
"You know, since you can't leave well enough alone, maybe I should involve you. If my sources don't fail, i here your mother was skipped my the witch gene. She lives of on Rainbow Row, does she not?"
"Fuck you! You leave my family out of this!" Ryan threw every once of energy into Samson, sending him flying backwards into the Battery. When Samson hit the water he plunged deep, hoping not to be tracked by Ryan. He came up on the marsh shore five minutes later and quickly retreated to King Street where he slipped into dry clothes and fell into slumber as the sun began to rise.
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His senses snapped him awake. Someone was in his house, he could feel them. He looked as the clock to witness that is was only two in the afternoon. He rose from his bed and walked to his bedroom door. he opened in to be splashed in the face with garlic powder. He fell backwards on his floor gasping for his senses. He tried to drag himself to the bathroom where he could put water on the powder to weaken it, but he passed out before he got there.