Warnings: Ooohhh first warnings of the story! This chapter contains murder, violent imagery and murder and kidnap. Yay.

This chapter is literally just murder. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I'm currently trying to work out how I'll enter the final phase of the plot so this is just a filler chapter. The end does provide a plot-point however.

Chapter Eleven – Rock Show

The first hunt was always special.

Vlad felt this one would be particularly special as he moseyed down the dimly lit high street, his eyes roving over potential meals, picking out features that would be sure to enhance flavour. He couldn't understand why the offer of a warm meal had never tempted him before but then again, he could comprehended very little of the motives within his previous self.

Eventually his eyes found him a diminutive, ditsy-looking blond who was stumbling and leaning awkwardly against the brick wall of a shop. A smile graced his lips as he ambled over to her.

"Hi." Her head lolled to the side and he found himself being observed from under heavy lids by dazed whiskey eyes. She gave him a smile and her eye lids fluttered for a second before her eyes managed to open fully.

"Hellooo gorrrjuss," Her tongue danced along her teeth as she sized him up. Her heart rate stuttered slightly as she leaned towards and Vlad briefly wondered whether she'd pass out before he'd have a chance to drink from her. "Hoow can I help ya?"

Vlad had never been one for seduction, possibly because the very presence of a soul protested against any kind of hurtful behaviour but now he felt perfectly happy to wink and run his fingers gently along knuckles of his intended victim, well aware of the effect he was having on her. He felt her shiver in response to his icy digits then he slipped into the neighbouring alley.

The corner of his lips curled upwards as he heard her follow. Her hand caught his shoulder, a little tighter than the grip of a sober person who knew they wouldn't fall over if they had something to support themselves.

When he turned round to face her, the blond's crimson lips parted to speak but Vlad put a finger to her cupids bow and leant round to whisper in her ear. His teeth elongated as his neck curled elegantly round hers.

Then he bit down. His victim gave a pained squeak and attempted to yank her neck away but only succeeded in imbedding his fangs further into her pale throat. Vlad took deep sips, ignoring the hands weakly pounding on his chest and concentrating on savouring his first proper meal.

Her blood didn't taste right. It was delightful and sweet but it lacked the spicy flare of slayer. He knew she was no slayer but it angered him that her blood was not how he wanted it. He shook off his misgivings about her blood and continued drinking, filling his mouth with warming and a meal that could finally satisfy him.

The blond dropped dead in his arms far too quickly and his supply of plasma dried out. He pulled her up so he could see her face.

Strange. He didn't feel a thing, other than contentment from his meal. His thumb stroked the cooling skin on her cheek and he stared into blank her eyes.

They were open, and looking into them irritated him. He wanted to look into rings of pale green but he was left with chestnut bands around empty pupils. He flung her unnaturally white carcass away from him and felt a spark of pleasure at the crack of bones as the corpse hit the floor.

Then he spun on his heel and re-joined the nightlife on the sparse high street. He had just less than two years of starvement to make up for.

He found a club a couple of streets down and slipped in. The spectrum of scents was so overwhelming that his fangs burst down of their own accord and Vlad had to reign in the instinct to feed on the first passer-by.

He picked out second meal. Another blond, dancing with what looked to be her boyfriend. Knowing it would be easy to lure her away from her significant other he slunk over to where she was grinding against her partner.

He pulled her palm gently and she glanced at her boyfriend by sliding away to join Vlad.

"Watch it!" Apparently he didn't appreciate Vlad separating him from his girlfriend. "That's my girl!"

Vlad gave him a nasty smile. "Really?" He brushed the girl's hair away from her neck and pretended to look for a label. "I don't see your name on her anywhere,"

The man scowled and turned to his girlfriend imploringly. "Are you just gonna let him drool over you like that? Do something!"

The girl looked at Vlad like she might just let him drool over her and Vlad winked.

"Yeah, why don't you do something?" He twirled her around. "Like this!" His elbow slammed into the boyfriend's cheek and there was a painful sound of bone connecting with bone. The victim of Vlad's elbow dropped like a stone.

The girl pushed him away with a shocked expression but he just snatched her arm and shoved a dancer beside him into an angry looking group. The effect was just what he expected.

"What d'ya think you're doing?" The dancer glanced helplessly back to where Vlad had been standing but he was out of the door with his meal.

This blond tasted better than before. This was probably because Vlad was partially intoxicated from his first meal who'd had more than a healthy amount of alcohol in her system. She had started to scream but Vlad had caught her vocal chords and they'd become bloody gurgles.

He'd also liked her better; the light blue in her eyes had been closer to what he'd wanted to look at than before. The scent she was giving off also made it so much better.

She had reeked of fear. He'd never found it attractive but suddenly the scent made him feel like he was in heaven.

He wanted more – and he knew exactly how to get it.

But first… he needed some minions.