Care of Magical Creatures - Assignment 2 [Red Caps: Someone loosing themselves in a lust for blood]
Hunger
His throat burned like acid was being thoughtlessly poured through it. It had started as an uncomfortable itch that he should have taken note of before he had left his coven but he hadn't. It had been fairly stupid of him to do so.
He had known he would be stuck in Hogwarts for the entire evening. He had known he would be surrounded by many living bodies, with hearts that pumped their fresh blood near the surface of their bodies.
It was entirely too tempting to take one of them into a dark corner just for a taste. He wouldn't take too much. They would only be a little dizzy when he was done with them. Their magic would fix them in a moment.
No, he hadn't even wanted to consider the thought, shutting it out every time he felt a brush of it against his thoughts. He had waited, throat burning like fire.
It was over now though. He had left Hogwarts far behind him. Most of the people he had shared the party with were drunk. It was such a waste of good blood.
He was in one of the poorer Muggle towns now, one where people disappeared without reason fairly often without anyone noticing. It was one of the towns creatures like him visited often, a true show of humanity's selfishness.
He doubted he would be able to control himself today. He was nearly quivering from the effort to attack the first person, a young girl, in sight.
A small movement down one of the alleys alerted him to a person being there among the shadows. Listening more carefully, he could tell it was a man who was sleeping.
Perfect.
His mind went blank as his body moved towards the blood like the predator it had become. His dark clothes blended into the shadows in the alleyway. Footsteps silent, the man didn't stand a chance from within the shrouds of sleep he had to protect himself. It may become a sleep he would never waken from, which may be better for the man with how he lived.
Warm blood spilled into his throat, almost making him moan. The man, disappointingly, didn't put up any fight even after he had woken. He liked having his meals fight back. It was amusing watching them realize that they had no hope, no way to escape, even as they twist and squirm as they attempted to loosen his iron grip.
He would have loved to find some other Muggle who would put up a bit more of a fight, but thirst sated, his mind returned to him.
He glanced down at the now lifeless body at his feet emotionlessly. He was one of many. He wouldn't be remembered. He only lifted the body, making sure it was well covered by the shadows before leaving.
There really was nothing more to be done. He didn't want to get caught, or that would probably be unnecessarily messy, more than he would like it to be anyway.
He glanced around as he left the alley, only seeing the glowing eyes of a cat at the end of the road. He was gone only a moment later.
