Happy October 🎃

Day 2: Lonnie

"What do you mean this isn't high quality? Do you think I pay you to suck the life out of poor people?" Lonnie van IJzer growls in disgust as he throws a wine glass filled with blood onto the carpet. "Clean that up whilst you're at it."

"You're lucky I'm here and my little brother Lennie isn't. You would've been fired after being ridiculed for an hour," Lonnie scoffs.

You quickly clean up Lonnie's mess and promise to find a more suitable victim for the multi-trillionaire's needs. You were unfortunate enough to find yourself too tired tonight to find someone to satisfy Lonnie, and so you decided to end a poor man's suffering by using him as an easy target.

However, an elegant, rich vampire such as Lonnie was not having it. He didn't like simplicity, just like his younger triplet brother, Lennie. He wasn't lying; You were lucky he was chewing you out and not Lennie.

Lonnie shoos you off as he impatiently waits for his new drink. You quickly leave the penthouse in search for a new victim. You were exhausted, your feet were killing you from doing this for the sixth time today. You suggested doing all of it at once instead, but Lonnie shut you up by saying it wouldn't be fresh enough for his taste buds.

You decided to wait outside of the back entrance of an expensive restaurant, pulling on some gloves. Lonnie used to dine here every once in awhile, so it should've been suitable enough. There weren't any backdoor cameras. You waited for about an hour, crouched outside on the cement like a crack addict, until you saw the exit door open and light peer through.

"Goodnight guys!" a cheerful voice rang through as a man walked past you with his bag-well, almost. "Hey, you, you shouldn't be back here."

You quickly rose to your feet. You were fairly thin and agile, which made it easier to chase people down. "Hey, I just need some help. Maybe like five bucks to buy a sandwich?" You tried to sound convincing and sweet, so you didn't sound like you were going to use it for drugs.

"Yeah, sure, hold on, just don't loiter back here, okay?" The man began to dig through his backpack for a wallet.

He smelt young, fresh. His blood should suffice enough for Lonnie, at least for tonight. You quickly got up behind him. "I am really sorry about this, but my Master is going to have it out for me if I don't have you."

You tried to make an attempt to anaesthetize him, but he began to squirm and scream when you stabbed him with a barbiturate anesthetic. You pinned him down with your knee in his mouth, cracking his jaw. "Jeez, it didn't have to be this way!"

As he was in a mix of relaxation and agonizing pain, you waited for him to go limp before siphoning as much of his blood as possible into a canister you always brought with you. It couldn't hold too little, or Lonnie would remain thirsty. It couldn't hold too much, or it would go to waste. You weren't a vampire yourself, and if you were, you'd be the one drinking straight from the source, and from a poor source. No fancy cups, no rich humans or humans working in rich environments, such as the guy you just killed.

After you were finished, you dumped him into a garbage container. You made your way back to the penthouse, huffing and puffing. Lonnie was on his phone, almost passed out from exhaustion. You checked the clock, it was only about 9 PM.

"Master," you announced. "It'll be ready in a minute," you said as you trudged over to the kitchen to prepare a new glass.

You poured the wine glass 3/4 full, wiping any splashes. You walked up to him and gently handed it to him.

He boredly grabbed the wine glass and chugged it down, sighing in satisfaction. "This is so much better... Not as good as breakfast's, but still better than the first glass you tried to give me earlier."

When the glass was empty, you cleaned and refilled it, and cleaned the splashes again. This was repeated until your canister was empty and he was full.

"Thank you," he said before handing you the glass one last time, only to get up off the sofa and make his way to his bedroom.

At least he said his gratitude. Lennie was much less thankful for anything he was given.

"Goodnight, Master," you shrugged and cleaned up the kitchen before heading to bed yourself.