As he moved from the doorway into the shadows a drop of fresh scarlet blood crawled down his chin. Absentmindedly he wiped it away with his hand, and not wanting to waste any licked the drop off his fingers. He looked about himself checking that he hadn't been seen and with that last movement he disappeared into the shadows.
An hour earlier
As the last of the sunlight finally dipped beneath the horizon Hal readied himself for his favourite sport. The street was emptying but he had already chosen his target. He was waiting for his prey to reappear from the dress shop when perfection just walked passed. She had blonde hair which had been placed in a delicate bun, her eyes were the brightest green and a small sprinkling of freckles completed her beauty. But to Hal this was all insignificant. Her neck was long and slender. The bun left her neck completely on show and as he began to follow her Hal caught the scent of AB negative, a delicacy and his favourite. As he moved closer, Hal could see the blood pumping through her neck. He could hear every heartbeat. His pulse began matching itself to hers. He longed to reach out and run his fingers along her neck.
Hal followed this gourmet meal until she stopped outside her house. As the key turned in the door he made his move. One hand encircled her neck as the other covered her mouth. He kicked the door closed behind them as he dragged her into the house.
"I promise that screaming will only make me kill you faster" he whispered into her ear, as together they walked into the living room. He removed his hand from her mouth and began caressing her neck. To a stranger it would appear that the two were lovers but Hal knew it wouldn't get that far tonight. In the small room and with adrenaline pumping through her veins the smell of her blood had become intoxicating. His hands began to dig at her flesh and as she screamed he could no longer control himself. His eyes went as black as night and his fangs ripped into her skin.
Sickly sweet blood pumped into his mouth and slipped easily down his throat. He felt the life gently flow from her body into his. As he drank his fill he thought about the girl in the dress shop and how bland she would seem after this. Still blood was blood.
He hadn't even finished this meal and he was already thinking of his next, the blood lust was becoming stronger with every kill.
