AN: To fill a request a friend asked for.. uhm.. vampire/hooker AU. oh god please don't hurt me. Phecda.. you can kind of guess who that is. i'm sorry, i'm sorry. (may continue this.. and if I do the category may change.)
He isn't all too sure how he ended up like this, chasing down prey for money and sustenance but he can't say he minds it. The cheap thrills are always exciting; he's snagged himself an interesting client tonight. "So uh.. what's your name..? I—uh.. I don't often do this, I'm sorry." That's cute, this one most be fresh meat, how adorable. He doesn't like names, this is nothing more than money and sustenance to him, and it never will be any different. "Phecda, you may call me Phecda." It never was any different, the name he gave them. They didn't need to know his real alias, he doesn't wish to risk the chance of them ever finding out about him.
Can they really even find anything out though? After all.. good things didn't live forever. He laughs, shakes his final thoughts and gets to work..
He traced his fingertips along his veins, receiving blissful responses each passing second, god how he loved the noises he made. ..To think he could kill him, kill him right now.. just push down on his veins, stop the pulse completely.. the very thought excited him.
He bends his fingertips, touches roughly against his veins, and pushes down. "H-hah.. what're you doing..?" he hears his near breathless victim ask. He bites down, hard.. drinks the delicious blood that courses through his veins, and laughs. "Mmm..~ Your blood its delectable.." he's debating if he should kill his victim or not, he hears his soft whimper, it excites him ever more..
"Poor little human boy, I'll be quick, I promise~" and his promise is justified as he bites down, blood gushing heavily, he's ripping apart the flesh, laughing like the sick fuck he is. The body goes limp; he reaches into the boy's pocket, pulls out a wallet. "Thank you, Tsukumo.." he licks his lips, he should find his next victim, this kill has gotten him far too excited, perhaps.. he should visit his old clan, maybe..
Phecda licks his fangs clean and snickers to himself, quite enjoyable.. he might as well go visit them, he can't stay around here for long after all, the chances of someone discovering a blood drained body.. are quite high..
Phecda whistled into the now near empty street as he strolled on his way "Killed a man today, killed a man today~! Took his life away…~" and with that cheerful tune on his mind, he takes off into the night.