"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
I take a leave of absence from my stalking job as I am getting quite hungry. I run off to my city and find the first and best person. It's a lovely elderly woman who is out watering plants in her garden. I walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder. She turns towards me, slowed from her apparent arthritis.
"Oh, hello young man! Can I help you?" she asks while squeezing my arm in a friendly manner.
"Yes, you can," I begin, but as I crave a bit of fun, I take a different approach. "Oh, look! A bird!", I say excitedly while pointing up towards the sky. As she throws her head back to spot the non-existing bird, I bury my teeth deep in her neck. I take a few deep sips, but the blood tastes way too sweet for my taste, so I make do with what I got and let go of her. I grab her shoulders and look into her eyes. She looks like she is about to have a heart attack, and I really can't deal with that right now.
"You will go about your day, satisfied that you helped a poor boy eat, by giving him a cookie. You will not remember that I bit you, but you will continue happily with whatever you had planned for the day", I say in a monotone and hypnotic voice. She nods and as I remove my gaze from her, she shakes her head and smiles brightly at me.
"Have a great day, my friend!" She waves her hand with a little napkin in it. I take it from her and dabs her neck, then hand her back the napkin.
"You should probably get that washed", I tell her in an indifferent voice. I turn around and begin walking off. "Thanks for the help!" I shout at her, without turning my head.
I feel a bit nauseous from the sweet aftertaste of her blood. I should probably find something to wash it down with. I walk over to a payphone that's just outside of a gas station. I walk in and dial a random number that's been scraped into the plexiglass. It's probably a hooker. I just hope she doesn't have some kind of drug flowing in her bloodstream.
The last time I drank from someone at a bar, it turned out that she had been drugged, which resulted in me waking up in a container on a random ferry in the middle of the ocean next to her dead body. I didn't enjoy the journey home, to say the least.
The phone rings twice and then a manly voice flows out through the earpiece, "Yellow! Thomas speaking."
"Come to the gas station in Dunsmuir" I respond plainly and end the call.
I really like this city. Firstly, because it's not one of the biggest in California, so it's a bit easier to manage. I knew a guy, who decided to go to LA, and after just one day, the entire west coast had heard the rumor of a girl that had been sucked dry for blood. Let's just say that the nearest group of vampires ended him quickly for almost exposing us. Secondly, it reminds me of home. I often roamed Dunsmuir Street back in Scotland. Thirdly, it's in the Shasta-Trinity National Forest, which is said to have a large variety of supernaturals. I like the thrill it adds to life, that I could meet someone cool around every tree. I have yet to meet my counterpart when it comes to coolness, however.
Before long, this trucker dude in a truck (obviously) pulls up. He gets out of his car and looks over at the payphone, that I am now standing in front of. I calmly walk towards him with my hands in my denim jeans. As I stand close to him, I put out my right hand in a handshake. The man puts out his as well, and I grab it tightly while pulling him close to me fast. I sink my teeth into his wrist and take some big gulps of the blood. It tastes better than the old woman's but with a slight hint of smokey taste in it. Before the guy gets to realize what's just happened, I let go with my teeth and put him into a trance with my eyes.
"You have just visited the gas station to get a pack of cigarettes. They were out, so now you will go back to your car and drive home, not thinking further about this incident." I let go of his hand and end my eye contact with him. As soon as I have done that, he turns around and walks to his car calmly and collected. Damn, I love to be a God.
I'm about to go on about my day but remember the power-trio from earlier. I look over at the truck and notice, that it has a lot of needles from pine trees stuck everywhere. I figure he must live near the woods. If I'm lucky, the trio hasn't come out of the woods yet, and this guy could lead me to their location. I decide that I would rather catch a lift than walk, so I go over to the truck and knock on his window. When he sticks his head out, I simply command him to give me a lift to his home, and so he does.
As we are closing in on his property, I can feel that something is off in the air. How exquisite. I hop out of the passenger window and stay a bit back, not wanting to walk right into a mama bear if that's what's roaming around inside the cabin. I can hear the muffled stomps clearly from here, but of course, the guy can't because compared to me, he is equivalent to a child born without any limbs.
The guy walks into his wee hut with no worries, but I can hear that that only lasts for like 2 seconds before he begins shouting. And what comes running out of the backdoor? A raccoon? Bear? A skunk perhaps? Nah, it is of course our three best friends, but you already knew that.
They are storming away into the trees a bit to the right of me. I'm happy to have found them, and I can't wait to dissect..., I mean to meet them, to figure out exactly what they are. I look at them with a satisfied and curious look, but the sound of a shotgun cocking steals my attention. I look over at the backdoor, and there our dear truck-owning-trucker-dude is standing ready to shoot my three new favorite people. I can't let that happen, so I quickly step in.
"This is an intervention," I say sarcastically as I have just zoomed over to the dude. He looks surprised, which I get since I just appeared out of thin air as far as he is concerned.
"You put down your weapon and go in and clean up the cabin after the tantrum that you just had, caused by you realizing that you would probably die alone.". I've played with minds so often now, that I might just as well make it a little bit fun.
The guy turns around and walks into his hut. I look over at the place where the friends are sitting and quickly depart the scene before they spot me.
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