Ideas and Oneshots

idea 16 Bloody sweet

Trigger warning- blood is the main story plot and will be talked about a-LOT.

Theoretical West city. Theo for short,
Is a blood-sucking, ankle-biting, skin-crawling- Vampire, who just so happens to gets drunk off of pretty girl's blood.

He has a type- Negative usually Ab- or even rarely O-

(He finds it kinda bland)

Why does he like these girls in particular? Well, if you must know,  he gets drunk off any blood of a person HE finds attractive. Lucky for him he doesnt drink blood often. Unluckily for him, even when he hasn't seen them he still gets woozy, also He doesn't know his type. He just knows that when he finds a girl- kinda cute- he's buzzed.
Hot? Downright wasted.
Sexy? Who knows.
Beloved? No clue.

He hasn't found a common denominator quite yet- but don't worry. He's working on it. In a very controlled involvement.

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Theoretical's Pov

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"Test... 109 Dyed hair- green. Soft features, sharp eyes. Very... Cute?"

I set down my tape recorder and walk up to my volunteer, Val... Something-
The swaying light over her chair makes me a bit dizzy, but I don't think it's her. At least, not yet.

I set my glasses on the side table next to her, her eyes follow mine- she looks nervous. "Is this going to hurt? I know you said it shouldn't hurt it should tickle, maybe even be pleasurable, but I've never been biten by a real live vampire. like... I just y'know wanted to see one up close I didn't think it through and al- " she rambles on until she sees my expression, she stops. My face probably read 'i know, shut up, this is my hundredth time doing this now let me do this' because honestly, that is what im feeling.

I put on this stupid "twilight" look so the people won't get scared and think im "scary" Body glitter sucks.
My hair is naturally black so I just combed it back, but im not pale, im pretty tan actually- sun burns- it's not like I can avoid the tan.

I lean into her a bit. Her breath hitches but she quickly stops herself from moaning as my teeth dive into her main bloodstream.

1...2..3

Okay.

I pull away from her, a bit more refreshed. I didn't eat breakfast on the way over here.

Something about this whole test made me want to be here, completely different testers this week. People more on the curvy side. I've had curvy women buzz me before but sadly, as I stand up, Letting the blood settle in, I know she isn't someone of my type.

Out of all the tests, only about 3 of them  have made me feel anything other than less hungry, it's like playing a game of mastermind but all the white pegs you get are 1 in 10,000,000. you KNOW for a fact you haven't gotten any black pegs and you can't even tell what the white one is yet.

I take off my gloves and throw them into the bid before leaving the test room, speaking over a quiet intercom I say, "thank you, you are good to go."

I shake out my naturally curly hair trying to rid of this cheap gel without taking a shower for the third time today.

"How was it?" Bradley quizzed, excited to see if im is drunk or not.

I pop my glasses back on my nose before having to swipe my card on the lab's door.
I throw off the lab coat hooking it gingerly on the cold hooks, rubbing my hands on my jeans before blowing into them heating my frozen fingers.