The Chase

"Ahh somebody help! Please somebody" a man no older than 30 shouted as he ran down the road which was (thankfully for me) deserted. His feet slammed against he pavement as he kept on running dodging the objects that blocked his path.

I was just playing with him, I mean if I wasn't he'd be dead by now. I carried on gliding across the rooftops never too far behind my meal. He starts too slow down exhaustion kicking in from the run. I must say he last much longer than i expected, 4 miles that's quite the record i mused to myself as I jumped the last roof and scaled down the side of the building.

He stops to bend over and catch his breath, whilst whipping his head around frantically. Searching for me I assume. I can almost feel his panic and his violent pulse thrumming underneath his skin. I lick my lips. This I when they taste the best. When the blood is circling around their body's so fast an their veins strain against the skin wanting to pop out.

I kick a few dustbins over a couple feet behind him just to let him be aware of my presence. He jumps and clumsily turns around, his eyes seeking out each corner anxiously. I step out from the shadows, a dark malicious chuckle escapes my throat as his eyes widen and he stumbles a few steps back. He swiftly turns and by the looks of things he looks like he's about to take off again. Nu-uh not happening. I lunge and push up against him holding his stomach and clutching his throat to the wall.

"Make a sound and I'll squeeze." I told him flexing my fingers against his windpipe. His hands grip onto my wrists desperately trying to loosen my hold. I give him a once over and identify big scuffed boots, ratty jeans with numerous holes and a 2 sizes bigger jumper. Obviously poor I think If the holey jeans have anything to go by. I meet his frightened gaze and smirk.

"What's your name?" I husk out whilst running my nose up his throat pausing at his pulse point. I feel my fangs flex against my mouth begging to be released. I can almost taste him. I meet his gaze once more and tighten my grip.

"I said .name?!" I finish each word with my hands clamping down tighter on his throat to the point of breathing becoming a difficulty. "Tristan" he gasps out desperately trying to inhale precious air.

"Well nice to meet you Tristan, I wish it was in a much more nicer situation but unfortunately you are going to be my dinner tonight."I see his eyes widen even more as he opens his mouth to scream but my hand slaps across his mouth before any sound came escape. My eyes darken; once a shimmering ocean blue to a deep dark pure black. I smirk at him and once more run my nose up from his neck to his jawline.

"I'll tell you what tristy, let's play a game." I say to him. "If you can guess what number I'm thinking of I'll set you free." He nods his head and I release my grip on his mouth.

"22" he breathes out, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"I'm afraid not tristy" I chuckle as he starts to shake his head comically. "Ok since this is amusing me to no end I'll give you one more try." I slur out. My hunger increasing rapidly.

"69!" He shouts before I'm slamming his head further into the wall; my hand clamped back over his mouth. I let out a loud bellow of laughter at his answer. "Who knew you were such a joker ey tristy?" I smirk out before looking him straight in the eyes.

"Mother always told me not to play with my food." I breathe out, my mouth opening finally releasing my sharp canines. They glint under the moonlight as I edge closer to his throat. "I guess this is a great time to start listening Hm?" I chuckle out before sinking my teeth straight into his throat.

Blood instantly gushes out filling my mouth with it's sweet taste. A satisfactory moan makes it way out of my mouth as I begin to suck harder against him. He starts to whimper and struggles against me for a minute or two before his body goes limp against me.I milk the last few drops before releasing him. He sags to the floor cold,empty and void of life. I stand over him for a few seconds wondering if he had a family or kids but then I smirk because I really couldn't care less. I smirk as I think back to the "game" I made up. I wasn't even thinking of a number. A laugh rumbles deep from my throat at that. I turn around and start my stroll home.

Another satisfying meal. Another thrilling chase done.