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I search around Santa Carla looking for my next victim. I preferably look for one that pisses me off the most so I don't feel so bad about it but no one said being a vampire was easy. My eyes stared into the forgotten souls of each and everyone that passed me on the boardwalk. Most would avert their eyes under the pressure of being watched and some would wink and smirk obnoxiously.
Sometimes I would have to go out of my way to find someone to eat. Someone that isn't local. Someone that maybe wouldn't be desired. I passed the notice board completely filled with missing posters. I gazed into the eyes of everyone, recognising them all and remembering how they tasted. An eye for an eye.
That day, sadly, was one of the days where I'd have to stand tall and fly far far away. Santa Carla was just too interesting to kill. The murder capital of the world. If only humans would stop blaming things on other humans and start to consider things that maybe aren't human. Maybe they were the ones to blame. In this situation that would be correct.
I flew around rapidly across the sea, the distant sound of Run DMC and Aerosmith mixed in with my screeching. It was mostly my craving that made me do this. I came closer and closer to the ground that was stained orange due to a nearby fire. The fire brightened my vision and in front of me, I could see senseless teenagers dancing around the fire. All of then wannabe rockstars. Bandanas, beer, and muscle tops. My favourite. I was sure I could smell some ganja too.
'Walk this way, walk this way'
My eyes turned as orange as the burning fire when I licked my lips in satisfaction. My fangs almost cut my tongue causing me to flinch somewhat. I scarcely squinted at the sight in front of me. If I was human these would be the people I hung out with or fucked.
Perfect.
I rushed towards them all ripping flesh and sucking blood. There were drag marks in the sand beneath us and tiny droplets of blood that I missed.
There was one lucky son of a bitch that started to crawl away in fear. His arms hauling what was left of him along the sand towards the black trees encompassing us. They stood tall judging us on our choices. I grabbed his converse yanking him towards me, his ear-splitting scream made my smirk expand in a mischievous way. He was the last one, I wasn't going to need feeding for a while.
If I was human I would be able to hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Instead, I heard his. His closing beats you could say.
I neared and neared his pulsating neck that only made it look tastier. A vein popping out with every scream and breath he did making it all appealing to me. It reminded me of the days I'd spend with different guys tangled up in the sheets. Their hands exploring my body as my human mouth sucked their neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all over the place. Except back then it was moaning instead of screaming. I hadn't decided which sounded better.
My teeth pricked his neck a little until a large claw-like hand gripped my jacket pulled me onto my back. I was disappointed at the interruption with my last lover. My back hit the sand as a fellow vamp straddled my waist. I would be lying if I said it wasn't turning me on, though it was probably just the adrenaline. I rolled us over so so I was on top but he wanted dominance. We clawed at each other hissing. I left deep cuts on his arms from my long fingernails and there was a graze above my breasts that was capturing his attention.
We stopped rolling when he was on top and we were inches away from the fire.
I struggled underneath him but he had me pinned. Even the super-strength couldn't benefit me now. I felt his crotch on my hips and I nibbled my lip making blood trickle down from it, my fangs still hadn't gone away.
I looked to my right to see his friends digging into my dessert. The final course. I growled loudly and I regained eye contact with my fuck buddy here.
His blonde hair stood out on his chiselled face. His faint stubble made his face even more masculine and his now green eyes stared into mine. I could've sworn they were wider now. His curly and messy long hair looked perfect in the natural lighting of the fire, making it look like blissful clouds on top of his head. I looked down to see his strong looking thighs wrapped in a white skinny jean closer to my crotch. I bit down deeper.
"Now doll don't go hurting yourself" He teased in a husky playful voice.
I scoffed at him.
"Get the fuck off me Twisted Sister" I snarled struggling against him.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the cave this evening" He joked.
I laughed sarcastically still grappling against him.
"I'm Paul," He said.
It was as if he wasn't sitting on a girls vagina and amazingly good looking. My self-confidence reduced as it seemed I had no impact on him at all.
"Hey, Paul?" I flirted motioning for him to come closer. He sat on all fours and I took this opportunity.
I rolled us to the left pinning his arms against the sand. My shirt hung off of my body exposing my collarbone and that cut on my upper chest. I was victorious. They mean it when they say don't fuck with a girl's food man. Never do that.
"Don't fuck with my food" I warned angrily.
His eyes were as wide as they come by now and his eyes trailed down until they reached my legs which were bare, almost. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw my black suspenders under my black skirt.
I got off of him standing up slowly backing away from him and his friends.
"By God, you're definitely the most interesting girl I've ever met," He said eyeing me once more.
His friends huddled together, blood trailing down their chin. I saw Paul take a bite of the kid on the floor, now dead.
I walked towards him once more feeling pain in my stomach from hunger. Female vampires needed more food than males because they had to prepare for carrying a child, a child that also fed off of what they feed on. That doesn't necessarily mean I was fat, though I felt it at times.
I placed a hand on his chest licking up the trail of blood running down his neck and chin. I reached his lips and kissed the corner of them softly.
"See you soon Paul," I whispered seductively.
I flew away, knowing that I wouldn't see Paul again unless he took the time to find me. So he did.
2 months later he found me feeding on another gang much like the first. He was alone and so was I. I had no one left. They were all staked by hunters back in '73. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and slowly falling in love. Who am I kidding? That was a lie. We spent the entire time making out on the floor falling in love. I had then concluded that a guy moaning was better than him screaming.
