Lost In The Pines

Bloodlust

It was dark, only a streetlight lit the way for the lone traveler. He was so tired, so hungry. But food wouldn't suffice no. Only blood, fresh human blood. But he had to restrain from attacking someone. He didn't want too, he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Last he remembers from that night was a man, and everything went black. He then woke up, thirsting for blood.

"Hey kid are you lost?" The traveler turned around to see an older man with a big thick jacket. Fresh blood, he told himself. He tried resisting but he was oh so ever hungry. He looked at the man, his pupils only slits.

"I am so sorry sir," he said simply. The old man came closer.

"What the hell do you mean kid? C'mon I can take you to get help!" The traveler grabbed the man's arm. He looked up to see security cams. He snapped his fingers and the cameras went off. The old man looked terrified now. The traveler lowered his pollution mask which he uses to conceal his true form. He licked his lips and revealed sharp fangs. The man screamed and the traveler lunged. That was the last of the old man. The traveler licked the blood off his face an put back on the mask. He looked at the shriveled body of the old man, pity and sympathy in his eyes.

"I am so sorry sir, but I was so hungry."