Disclaimer: I own nothing but the twisted plot created by my demented imagination.
CHAPTER TWO: IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY
It was cold that night. Of course, I myself couldn't feel it, being undead and all that, but my victim most certainly could. This time it was a tall, blonde, attractive looking male I had cornered; and his hair was on end, making goose bumps stand out all over his pale skin. I'm assuming they were from the weather; it was, after all, getting to be late autumn, although the possibility that this human felt my foreboding presence creeping down the alleyway behind him did enter my mind. That, however, was doubtful.
I've always prided myself on being sneaky, both before and after my turning, and with my enhanced, vampiric abilities; no normal mortal would so much as suspect my approach until a slight breath on their neck and then the pain of razor sharp fangs digging into their tender, juicy flesh enlightened them.
Anyways, my prey...they were leading me somewhere. The inconsistency of their direction led me to believe that one of two things was going on; they were lost, and perhaps more than a little drunk, or trying to lose anybody who might be attempting to follow them. If the latter was true, then too bad for them; 'cause I wasn't going anywhere.
I could have just killed this foolish man, right here, right now, it would have been all too easy, and yet something held me back. Whether it was because I was curious to know where this man was headed, or the fact that some instinct had kicked in telling me it was imperative to bid my time and be patient, I know not. All I know is, looking back; I'm glad that I waited.
The further away from the hustle and bustle, the lights, the noise, and the crowds of the city that we got, the more curious I became. Why was this lone figure, walking steadily forward in front of me heading down a dark, deserted alleyway in the dead of night? The fact that he might be drunk reentered my thoughts, for who in their right mind would do such a thing? It was dangerous for a human to do; they are weak and fragile, especially compared to myself, and even if the person I was following was not aware of the wizarding world, and therefore the possibility of being attacked by a vampire such as myself, drive-by shootings and muggings were quite commonplace in a city such as London.
Perhaps this man was a mugger, or criminal of some sort, and therefore was not afraid of being attacked because it was he who was biding his time until an unsuspecting victim happened upon him. The thought almost made me laugh out loud, and I would have had the circumstances been any different. The irony of my deduction, that my victim could be waiting for a victim of their own, brought a smirk to my face. Perhaps I'd be doing the pathetic mortals a favor by riding the city of this creep. My thoughts were morbid, and my humor sadistic, but I was happier now then I had ever been in my pitiful excuse for a life.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! I don't know how often I'll be able to update or even how long I plan on making this story, but as long as I keep getting such wonderful feedback, I'll try and update on a regular basis. If anyone has any suggestions as to where this story should go then please let me know (cause I really have no idea). By the way, I added a bit to the first chapter, nothing substantial, just a bit more on the end. I hope the name change didn't throw anyone off, either.