The newly sired vampire ran his pasty-white English hand through his brown messy hair. He felt new, connected...but most of all, he felt strength and power. He more than liked this new strength due to his previous human self who had been weak and well...human. He smirked to himself as he remembered his human name, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. That name would have to change, but it would have to do for the time being as he was too hungry to think of a new name for his vampire self. He made his way out of the alleyway he had woken up in and scanned the nearly deserted streets of L.A. He spotted a young blonde woman, she looked nervous and he could smell her fear. For a few blocks he stalked her until she was completely alone. He kept to the shadows, if that was even possible during the night due to everywhere being a shadow. She slowed down, fumbling for an unknown object within her handbag.
This
was his chance, he walked slowly up to her and spoke innocently,
"It's awfully late for a girl like you to be walking around, there
are some bad people on the streets you know?"
She looked up,
obviously still quite frightened, she opened her mouth and stuttered,
"Y-yes, i-i'm just going home n-now."
Her
hands were shaking as she delved deeper into her bag probably looking
for her keys. Her eyes left the human face of Wesley and looked down
at her black, shiny handbag. Her eyes darted to ground, noticing the
feet of the stranger who had approached her. She looked up again and
screamed as she saw a newly vamped out face before her. Wesley
grabbed her firmly before she had the chance to run and sunk his
teeth into her bare neck. Warm, Warm human blood trickling down his
throat.
It tasted magnificent, it tasted...like life itself. He
thew her lifeless pale body to the ground and spoke to no one in
particular, "Well this is just a little bit cool,"