A/N: Yay! My 30th fanfiction posted!
He sat at the bar, his peroxide dyed hair slicked back over his head, a black billowing jacket swishing around his ankles. He puffed on his cigarette, casually looking at the video poker. He punched in a number, then hit the button, waiting for the deck to be shuffled. He growled low as he busted.
He paid the bartender, getting up, casually eyeing the slot machines. Not his favorite game of choice, but they were better than nothing. Besides, there were no empty poker tables. He couldn't play anyway; to conspicuous, smelling the fear and anxiety that permeated the bettors. He walked along the aisles, looking for potentials.
He stopped short, watching as a pudgy looking man with a comb over sat down at one of the machines. The man dug greedily into his bucket of quarters, depositing the entire lot into the waiting machine. The credits registered on the screen: 77.
He leaned against an empty craps table, grinding his cigarette into a nearby ash tray, only to pull another out of his pocket, lighting it immediately. It dangled between his lips as he boredly watched the man play the slots. The numbers seemed to go up and down with each pull of the lever: 77…76…a win of 15, bumping the man up to 83. A button was punched immediately, taking the total credits back down to 77.
The credits continued to lower: 76…75…63…59. He rolled his eyes, absently flicking the cigarette on the floor. "Bugger this." He walked over behind the man. "Nice game you got going there mate. Mind if I have a go?"
The man snarled, leaning over the machine protectively, obscuring the credits. "Get your own machine."
"Well, alright then." His face changed drastically, revealing wrinkles, lines and… fangs. Long, bloody fangs that were thirsty for blood. In one swift movement, he grabbed the man, sinking his teeth into the man's neck. He drank heartily, draining every last bit of blood, until the man crumpled into a pale heap on the floor.
He hastily rubbed the blood off his lips, looking around the noisy casino. He grinned maliciously. "I always did like casinos; to many drunk blokes to notice anything going on." He pulled a lighter out of his pocket, lighting another cigarette, casually kicking the man out of the way as he sat down. He casually plopped four quarters into the machine, pulling the lever. He nodded at the crumpled heap of humanity on the floor. "That's what you get for hogging the slots."
THE END