Hunger. The only feeling I could truly understand. Blood. The only smell I yearned for on a dark night like this. The sun had long ago set, the day becoming nothing but a memory to most. I slowly licked my lips, as I watched the city from a darkened alleyway. I smelled every passerby, searching for tonight's meal. It wasn't an easy job, but it certainly wasn't hard. Sit around for god knows how long, waiting for whoever passes by, with the most delicious smell to them. After finding that, the next step is simple, lure them in, and dine on their blood. Blood was an interesting concept; Humans need it, as do vampires, just in different ways.
I leaned against the brick wall, figuring I'd be sitting around for a while. Most people in the city, smelled like alcohol, and cigarettes, neither of which helped my appetite. I figured I'd have to sit around all night, just waiting for someone with half decent smelling blood. Boy was I wrong. Not even ten minutes later, a boy walked past the alleyway. His blood smelled delicious; like apple juice, and pine trees. I froze for a moment, taking in the overwhelming scent, before I'd have to attack. I slowly strode out of the alleyway, an evident smirk growing on my face. I was starved, a hungry animal walking towards its prey. This is what happens when a vampire doesn't eat. They starve, and cannot think of anything other than food. Normally I eat when I'm hungry, but I thought I'd experience what it'd be like if I decided to wait until I had to eat.
I followed the mystery man, keeping a close eye on him, as he went about his business. I was unsure where he was headed, but so long as I got even a drop of his blood, I didn't care. I lost track of time, watching him go about his business, like nothing was even going to happen to him. Before I knew it, we were headed into a strip club. I practically walked off, not wanting to get involved with a certain vampire inside, but I carried on, following him. We made it inside without any issues, and I followed him, watching him take a seat at the bar. I smirked, knowing this was my best chance to get to him. Just pretend to be a stripper, stride over to him, and drink his blood while he's in a horny state. I looked around, gaudy strippers dancing on poles, drunk men and women encouraging them. This was definitely not the place I wanted to be at, and yet, here I was. I looked back at the man I was following; blonde hair, fair skin, slim, and yet seemingly toned. He was everything I could've hoped for. Thank God he wasn't ugly, that would've made grinding on him so fucking difficult. I strode over to him, making sure I undid my tie in the process, allowing it to loosely dangle from my neck. I put on a smirk, as I placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned around, looking at me. God, he's got a pair of dumbass sunglasses covering his eyes; that'll make things way harder. "Hey baby, what's got you up at a time like this?" I spoke out, leaning closer to him.
He smirked, leaning back in his seat. "I could say the same to you." He spoke, a heavy, and deep texas drawl escaping from his lips. Fuck, that voice was almost too good to believe. "But then again, why question a good thing?" I smirked, this was going to be too easy.
I moved my hand away, unbuttoning a few buttons from my shirt. I leaned against him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Oh, a good thing?" I questioned, allowing my voice to deepen. Yup, this would be too easy for me. "Why don't we see what sort of 'good thing' will happen?" I paused for a moment, gazing into what I hoped would be his eyes. "Maybe back at my place?"
He leaned forward, staring me directly in the eyes. "Well now, aren't you direct?" He leaned forward a bit more, inching towards my lips. I lightly bit my lip, allowing myself to get even closer to him. If my mind wasn't so clouded with lust, I'd bend him over, and drink his blood right now. I felt myself growing impatient, I just wanted to drink, and maybe have a quick fuck, why can't he just do what I want? "You hail a cab, I'll be yours for the night." I smirked. Perfect.