Several hours passed, while the beats in Dave's neck grew stronger, and faster.
"What-the-shit?" he yelled, as he bolted upright, rushing to the sink, turning on the water, and taking several large gulps of water to wash the horrid taste out of his mouth.
"I swear to god I'll kill those freaking geeks!" he spat. Calming down some, and turning off the water, he walked the house, seeing that they had taken all of their equipment, most of their clothes, and left. What the hell? he thought to himself… Do they really think I would 'a killed 'em? Maybe yelled at them a lot, but I've always known that I was gonna end up on the wrong end of one of their science experiments... ahh well, good riddance. And with that, he went to bed.
The next day was routine, get up, do homework until 4 o'clock, then go to class. Linux stuff. Again, today was a late-day, so he hurried home. Unfortunately, somebody else chose the same night to make his way home a feeding ground. As he was passing between two buildings downtown, a very large someone stepped out of the shadows ahead of him, barring the way out of the alley. He quickly turned around and was brusquely walking back the way he came, when a not-as-large, but equally menacing someone pulled the same trick at the other side of the alley. He glanced backwards, and saw that the first person was advancing slowly, and the person ahead had begun a similar advance… like synchronized swimmers… synchronized killers…
"Frack me…" Dave said quietly, though he doubted that either were Battlestar Galactica fans, and even if they were, that common ground would not be enough to spare his life. He could see one of them clearly now, between the moon and a fluorescent sign in the alley… his face was disfigured… his eyes… a yellowish, freakish color, like a cat's. But what really worried Dave were the man's teeth. They were a full inch longer than they should have been. At least, the canines and incisors.
"Uhhh… can't we talk about this?" Dave said, only half-joking. He knew he was going to die. He hadn't been a bad person in life, just a bit careless. He didn't recycle often, he couldn't at the moment recall his mother's birthday, and the girl he loved was on the other side of the planet. Not a bad life… just… it could have gone a little better.
He made a dash to get away from the man in front of him, when the guy grabbed his arm, pulling him back. The guy was impossibly strong. Vampire. I've lived here my whole life. I've heard the rumors, all the bullshit, all the missing people, strange deaths, weird shit, magic. He's a vampire. I believe now. I don't know why I didn't before. Not really. I just shrugged it off... now... the evidence is to the contrary. While these thoughts were rushing through his head, the vampire-man had kept his iron-grip on Dave's arm, and waited for his companion to get to them.
"You want first bite this time?" the bigger one asked. Holy shit, they're actually talking about who is going to drink my blood first... David struggled, but the grip didn't loosen.
"Nah, I got it last time, you can have it this time sweetie." The shorter one said, somewhat lispy… Holy fuck... it's not just that I'm going to die by way of vampire bite, I'm gonna be killed by gay vampires... gay vamps... haha... that's some messed up shit right there.
The bigger one leaned in on his neck, and Dave prepared for the worst pain imaginable. Instead, all he felt was the vamp's mouth on his neck. Then he pulled back after a second.
"What the hell?" The larger vampire seemed confused, and went at David's neck with even more fervor. Again, no pain. Then the vampire literally picked him up off the ground and started interrogating him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he said, as if honestly expecting a response.
"Uhhh…" David said intelligently.
This did not please the hungry vampire.
He threw David against the brick wall of the building as hard as he could, figuring he must have some kind of anti-vampire enchantment on him. Well… they could still drink the blood from a gushing head-wound.
Except that plan was ruined by the fact that it was the brick wall that was crushed in the impact, instead of Dave.