She swayed gently to the music of the radio, leaning into him

She swayed gently to the music of the radio, leaning into him. He bent to kiss the top of her head. She smelled fragrant, of oranges and almonds. She slipped her hands into his coat and he smiled "I could turn up the heat". "No" she murmured shyly, "you make me warm." He held her closer with a laugh. "*I* need to be warm for that to happen. You want warm?" She snuggled closer, sighing with pleasure as he caressed her. He slid his hands into the weight of her hair, silken and long. Without warning he tightened his grip and pulled her head back, baring her neck. "Make me warm" he hissed, as her eyes widened in fear. He clamped his free hand over her mouth; he could feel her heart jump, the adrenaline flowing. "You're so warm; so soft. I miss warm." He nuzzled the small of her neck, gently, planting loving kisses. Then let his true face show. And bit, not gently at all. She struggled as he bit into her, screaming into his hand, reflexively biting him in return. "No, no. Not for you. I'm eating you, not the other way around. Her eyes widened 'Eating?' He shifted his jacket so her mouth was covered with sleeve. Pulling her hair he positioned her again as she sagged in fear and pain. Forcefully he bit through her neck and spit out a gobbet of skin, leaving a large and messy hole. As the blood welled up he clamped his mouth over and drank salty bitter life. When it slowed to clot he pulled harder on her hair, threading his hands up to her scalp. Humming he bent her neck back, gaping the wound. As he sucked that seeping blood her eyes rolled toward him, full of tears and silent hope. "You don't want me to kill you?" She chuffed out a breath, wheezing a yes. "Well, you've been a darlin', and I'm satisfied. Feeling good and warm now." He cradled her in his arms, life still flickering in her eyes. Outside he murmured sweet words of comfort and dropped her into an open dumpster. The lid closed with a resounding crash.

With a shock he woke up. Rubbing his hand over his eyes he padded to the refrigerator and took out a packet. He slurped it down in disgust (cold, slimey, old!). Tamping down his hunger for more, he threw away the remains.

He sat in the dark, cursing Darla for messing with his dreams. Wishing he could take the Cowards way, wishing the PTB would let him walk into the sunlight. Wishing for an end.