Author's note: So yeah, this is my first story on here. I'm really excited about it, and I hope you guys will like it. I apologize in advance for the extreme shortness of this chapter, the upcoming ones will be much longer. Any advice/tips/constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, as are opinions in gneral.
"P-p-please, no! I have a wife and three kids!"
God. What is it with humans? They figure out that I'm a vamp and just assume I'm going to kill them. I mean, what kind of person do they think I am? Yeah, I drink their blood, but I don't take enough to actually kill them. They just pass out for a bit and wake up not knowing what happened. It's pretty great, other than this part. This part being when the victim starts freaking out and begging for their life. Sometimes they cry. Others try to fight me. Some, surprisingly, don't do a thing. It's almost as if they're hoping to die.
I glance down at my current victim, and I tell him the exact same thing I tell the others.
"Would you just relax? I'm not gonna kill you."
Of course, it doesn't work. He keeps on with his please-don't-kill-me routine. I'm really starting to get annoyed. My day had been bad as it was, and now this got added on. It's like the universe is trying to make me throw a shit fit of Mel Gibson-esque proportions. It's doing a pretty good job of it, too.
Finally sick of this guy's begging and whining, I clamp my teeth down onto his neck and let his blood flow freely into my mouth. It's B positive. Not my favorite, but I keep on drinking. After a while, he goes limp and I let him fall to the ground.
I produce a tissue from my pocket and wipe my mouth with it, seeing as I can't really use my sleeve. Then, I walk back to my car and drive home. As I pull into the driveway, I realize that I still haven't done my Calculus homework.
Great. Just fucking great.