Vampire & Witch; The Shadows

11

    The sound of her blood flowing through her veins distracted me constantly. I really tried to keep my composure, tried blocking out unnecessary sounds.

Suddenly, I smacked the table with both hands while springing off my chair. The three stared up at me, Syin looking ready to fry me.
      A few humans were also gazing our way, their eyes questioningly.

"Sorry! Excuse me!" I said before sliding away from the table, aiming for the blue door leading to the bathrooms.

          An angry pair of glowing red eyes gawked at me on the mirror. The need to feed was unbearable, causing me uneasiness and so much pain in my stomach. If I would measure my pain, it would be like having a thousand nails being hammered over and over inside your abdomen.
I knew I had to feed, but, not on Syin.

The flushing noises of a toilet from the fourth stall behind me had me bow my head to avoid scaring the human with my eyes.

        This one will do just fine!
My evil side whispered as the white door opened.

His heartbeat was stable, his blood smelled nice too and nontoxic.

Before he could step out of the stall, I whirled around suppressing a growl.
   The damned bastard wasn't even aware there was company...bad, company. He was busy gazing at the red wine stain on his perfect white shirt. There would be more than just wine on it, I flashed right at him, covering his mouth to keep him silent.

My dry fangs penetrated his skin, making way for me to suck the life out of him. I didn't care, whether he survived or died, that was never my problem.
    He wriggled like a helpless worm, slowly, the energy faded, his limbs grew weak till the legs couldn't hold up his weight. His heart began beating slowly and slowly till...the pulse vanished from my ears.dd

I let his body thud on the toilet seat, hitting his head real badly.

   The pain was fading too.

Don't judge me, but even if you do, eh! Who cares? A vampire had to survive anyway, without blood, our abdomens felt like they were set on fire, a raging fire that could only be put out by blood, any blood. Consuming stronger blood made one stronger, so I relied on humans, and sometimes witches. But never had I ever tasted a Syran's blood before the other night.

     Syin's scrutinizing eyes were on me like glue even after getting back to them, especially after the bathroom break.

Never had I felt as if someone was seeing through me, seeing me for what I was, a bloodthirsty monster that cared not about anybody.

"Are you feeling alright? You seem-" Syin leaned forward, her eyes boring into mine, "distant!"

She was poking, trying to crack me.

I chuckled putting the napkin aside on the table. Human food was like drinking water for my kind, tasteless yet necessary. It helped our bodies stay in good shape while the blood quenched our thirst. But unlike water, blood made us powerful in all kinds of ways.

     Before I could answer, someone bursted through the door that led to the bathrooms.

After it banged against the wall, he pocketed everyone's attention.
   The amount of fear dripping from his pale face was disturbing. Come on! Had he never seen a dead body?

He pointed to the left, past the open door. His mouth opened, lips quavered, yet not a coherent word came out. "Ba-ba...torn...dea..."

   Oh boy! I certainly had not thought he would be found this quickly. I mean, how on earth had that scared kitty chosen the last stall out of ten? Dumb, bad luck!

A few employees rushed in there while two took away the traumatized male. Pussy! I thought diverting my attention back to the people on my table.
   There it was, the sharp, intense glare.

I let a victorious smirk plaster on my lips, also noticing that her date was gone. Probably trying to play hero in there.

The smirk was quickly wiped away by the strong smell of human flesh and blood.
     Blood? But I had drained that human of his blood, so why was I smelling blood?

  "Dan?" Daisy cried grabbing my wrist after I stood. "Where are you going? I'm sure there is blood in there. Didn't you tell me you hate seeing blood?"
On the contrary, I loved seeing blood.

      "I'll be back!"
Was all I said before rushing for the door, ready to gloat over my recent kill. It gave me satisfaction watching police investigate a vampire's kill, my kill. Over the years, I learnt how to get rid of the holes left behind by my fangs. Only two scars were evidence of me ever biting a human, which would be useless while pointing out how their blood was drained.

"Get out of the way!" I grumbled pushing between the crowd gathering along the blue-lit hallway and into the bathroom stalls.

    The blood smelled damn fresh and must have spilled out a lot.

"Dear God! What did this?" One of the men looking at the body asked just like all the others that had seen the body. No, bodies!

The man lying there inside stall number five wasn't the one I had killed. His abdomen was split open, intestines sprawled on the floor. And so much blood. Good thing I had just fed, otherwise I could have not tamed the beast in me.

   The air in the bathroom was tensed, hearts pounding from fear of the unknown. Being human must have been really pathetic.

"Another one in here!" A deep male voice yelled from the end of the huge room.
       And there was my kill.
I smiled in the inside, feeling good for some unknown reason.

"What could have done this?" The people in that stall started a conversation.
    "While his stomach is also ripped out, there's no blood, strange!" A third male said.

So the liver-thief had also harvested a liver from my kill? Interesting.