?POV
I had been wandering the Olympic coast for weeks, not being able to find a niche to feed in. The people in the small towns were better for me, with their blood untainted by the pollution that the larger cities had, but most "small towns" were so small, that they would definitely notice is someone went missing. I was suddenly surrounded by the potent smell of thousands of humans, from a small town, based on the level of pollution in their blood. I needed to hunt soon. The fire was gathering in my throat, getting fiercer with every passing moment. I was wandering the dark alleys, searching for some unfortunate soul to appease my thirst.
I heard the thundering bass from a dance club. I followed the beats and ended up about a block away, with the scent of a man coming toward me. Instead of turning the corner, and going towards civilization, the man walked towards me. As he got closer, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. The kid stumbled closer, and the light from a flickering neon sign briefly illuminated his bronze hair. His blood was sweet, only slightly soured by the alcohol he had consumed. He came closer.
When he was feet away, I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed him, pulling him into the shadows.
"What the-"
I bit down.