Bloody Love

One: Fed desire

Rain fell like tears on her window. The weather fit her mood in the worst way. Alice stared out at it and felt a deep chasm open up in her chest. Somewhere out there, a man waited. A man unlike any other. She sat at the window another hour, then gave up waiting and crawled into the relative safety of her bed.

The storm raged on outside Alice tossed and turned in time to each peal of thunder.   The man lurking outside her window felt her discomfort and fought the urge to break in to see if she was safe. He wrestled the desire back. No! No! I'm only to watch! Never to get close. Never to touch or smell or taste. Especially not taste.  The mysterious man clenched his hands into fists and walked silently away. Alice would be safer without him there...the need to quench the thirst was too great at the moment.  Another human would have to do but not her. She was destined for greatness.  He kept walking until he could no longer smell the iron of her blood. The man turned into a bar and ordered a whiskey as he settled in to wait.

The man was halfway done with his whiskey and staring at his reflection. He had to admit he looked pretty damn good. Cold, calculating baby blues and a shockwave of black hair. He scowled at himself. Yes, you're handsome enough to keep yourself feed but none of that will matter if she doesn't take you. 

A man walked through the door just then, straight toward the man admiring himself in the mug of whiskey.  The new arrival was clad in a graphic tee, jeans, and a pair of blood-red vans. He nodded to the man drowning his sorrows and said playfully,"Thirsty, William?"

The man with the whiskey turned to face the newcomer. He raised one eyebrow and chuckled,"The boss is always playing games with me. I've told him that I'm not picky about the package my meal comes in." William got up with feigned difficulty(he was supposed to be drunk) and inclined his head to his meal.  The boy followed him out silently.

William stopped the young man in the alley behind the bar, making sure they were both concealed in the shadows.

He then said politely,"Before we do this, I'd like to know your name."

The young man looked deep into Williams' eyes and said,"You don't need to know my name. Just eat."

William shrugged and turned the boys' head to the side and bit hard. His fangs sank deeply into the boys skin and William closed his eyes as the rich liquid filled him...as well as something else.

A memory. The sun was shining and he was laughing, only it wasn't him. It was the boy he was drinking from. He was chasing a girl about his age. She squealed in delight as he caught her. They wrestled a bit and he let her pin him. She growled playfully and kissed his lips.

William pulled back. Too quickly, it seemed, as the boy slumped into him.

The girl from the memory was the same girl he watched over nightly, the one he had the urge to taste. Now he had tasted her but in a far more innocent way. He wanted more.