oh, god. He'd done it AGAIN
He'd sworn he wouldnt let it happen, that he was in control. He could manage on animal blood. He was tough, he had control, he could be a vampire AND keep his soul. He'd gone WEEKS without feeding on kine, without even feeling the lack! He'd used the beast-speech to attract stray dogs and cats and choke down their foul, thin blood. He'd hated every drop, but as he'd jokingly told his coterie 'sometimes you gotta suck a little pussy to be a MAN'.
It'd seemed so funny, then...
And then tonight... it happened again.
He hadn't even been hungry! He'd drained a rottweiler before sunrise yesterday, and hadn't even felt the first stirrings of his hunger...until it was too late.
He'd just been walking down the street, on the lookout for an easy mark. Maybe other licks could rely on trust funds and portfolios but he still had to roll people when he needed cash. He'd passed this little teenage tramp, not even nineteen and already selling it on the street, made him sick. SHe'd had a baby with her.
A BLEEDING baby...
The next little while was a blur. SOmeone screaming, him running while carrying something,...him feeding...
Then he was here, in a grimy, grafittid alley, clutching to his chest atiny, bone-dry corpse.
He'd been been horrified, disgusted. Even as he'd dumped the kid in the sewer, he'd sworn he'd never do it again. But, now, in this one moment of clarity, he knew that he would. That he wouldn't be able to help himself. That for all his posturing and 'humanity' this was all he really was. A filthy thief, who stole not money but the blood of the helpless.
This was the price of immortality.
END
Another ficlet, as I slowly return to writing regularly. Too often we forget that Vampire is a game of PERSONAL horror. The point isn't 'oh man that was scary' but more 'dear god what did I just DO!'. Licks in the world of darkness are monsters and for all their pretense and self-delusion, they know it. Immortality is hard going in the face of that.