Title: Candy
Summary: It was delicious, like the fruity tarts and lolly-pops from when he was a child. He would stuff his mouth with sweets day after day, wanting more. That is how this vampire felt about blood. Always wanting, needing more.
Author's Note: Okay, this is just a little drabble of one of the times Damon fed on a human. Enjoy.
Darkness. That's what a women saw. Pure darkness. It engulfed her like a cloak. The only sound that was heard was the clicking of her red heels on the pavement. But if she had listened close enough, she would have been able to hear the quiet footsteps of a man behind her.
She walked the familiar path to her home across town, trying to make sure her hair stayed as it was and didn't get ruined by the fast wind.
The man following her knew exactly what he was doing. But this man was not a man at all. No, he was something that every person fears, even if they won't admit it.
This man was known as a vampire. Feasting on the blood of humans, always needing more. But, his brother chose a different path. He chose to feed on the blood of animals, sparing innocent humans.
The man thought of this as disgusting. He had no care for the human race. He was invincible, beautiful and had the power to control those around him. He lived for this. He enjoyed the thrill of stalking his prey, and the pleasure that the reward brought him.
The woman stopped for a moment, having to pick up the lipstick tube that she had just dropped. It was pushed by the wind and rolled behind her. She chased after it, trying to keep her balance in her heels.
The tube rolled to the vampire's feet. He picked it up, examining it and then looking at the woman who dropped it.
She stopped in surprise, staring at the man. He looked beautiful, inviting. But at the same time he had a dark feeling about him. Something told the woman to start running, but she ignored it. She marched to the unknown man, holding out her hand for the small tube.
"Thank you for getting it.", She attempted to smile, but the feeling was more clear now. She feared him, and now she wanted to run. But again, she ignored it.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here this late?" The vampire smirked, tossing the tube from hand to hand.
"Going home." The girl answered flatly. She wasn't about to get home even later than she planned because of him.
The vampire frowned. He was use to his victims falling head over heals at the site of him. This one was some how different. But nonetheless, he would have his treat.
Instead of giving the girl her lipstick, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him.
The girl panicked. She had learned self defense, but had never had a reason to use it. She tried to snap herself out of her panic, but couldn't deny the overwhelming feeling of fear.
The vampire smirked once again. He wrapped his free arm around her, dropping the lipstick. He let go of her wrist, only to cup it over her mouth to keep her from screaming.
The girl closed her eyes, praying that it would be quick, that she would live to see her fiance again. Unfortunately, the vampire had another plan.
He sank his teeth into her neck, letting the blood flow. It was delicious, like the fruity tarts and lolly-pops from when he was a child. He would stuff his mouth with sweets day after day, wanting more. That is how this vampire felt about blood. Always wanting, needing more.
The girl was too shocked to move, but in time she came to realize what was happening. She struggled, but it was no use. It was like he was some kind of hard rock that couldn't be penetrated.
Soon, her vision began to cloud, her consciousness slipping.
Nora Bullocks
Age twenty-six
Date of Death: October 16, 1989
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