Pieces

Fresh food

I don't like this part of the city.... I think to my self over and over as I walk down the side walk.

It's getting darker and darker by the second. The sun went down three hours ago and today is a no moon night. To top it off, the sky is so damn cloudy that it's impossible to see for human eyes. Most off the streetlights are broken. And hardly any vehicle passes from this area at this hour. Only those pass from here who don't have a will to live.

My stomach grumbles low as I hurry my steps towards the bus station. It's very far from where I am right now.

Why am I here? Well, the society didn't really have a better place to hold a meeting. They couldn't find a place in the civilisation.

I pass from under a street light which works and pull down the shade of my p-cap a little more over my eyes. My hair is loose, the curls bounce over my shoulders and back as I walk on. My sky-highs make loud sounds as they tap against the pavement. The dress I'm wearing doesn't really cover all the skin but it covers what's important. My legs arms and back are bare, but it doesn't matter. I don't feel cold.

I just want to eat and then go home.

"Hey beautiful!" Some one calls behind me.

Ureeka! I think to my self as I halt abruptly in my steps.

I can feel the grin form on the face of that flabby looking man. My hindsight shows me all. How his hand unconsciously adjusts his pants, and how he pathetically licks his lips.

"Yes?" I turn my head back to look at him, face expression less. He's just on the other side of the street lamp, hiding half of his body in the dark.

"Hello gorgeous!" He says, grinning to himself, crossing arms over his tattered looking t-shirt.

"And who are you?" I ask, turning back towards him with my head tilted. I access him from head to toes. He looks like a homeless drunk. He can hardly stand, I notice, as he leans against pole of the lamp.

"You're a fine piece of arse" he says, licking his lips again, looking me up and down.

"And what's your problem?" I ask him, arching an eyebrow.

"There's a sale back at my place." He says, "clothes are 100% off."

Ah! I think to myself. This isn't what I'm looking for right now.

I turn around and begin to walk away from the flabby man. I don't want this kind of men right now, drunk and pathetic.

"You'd look beautiful if you smile, deary!!" He yells from behind me.

My stomach takes the exact moment to grumble again. I can't wait to get to the station to eat. I want food right now.

So I turn back around and step towards the man and flash him my most beautiful and widest grin.

His eyes go wide and colour drains from his face as my vision goes red. The mare sight of my one inch long, blood-stained fangs makes him pee in his pants.

How pathetic! I think to my self, slowly advancing towards my pray.

He looses all senses as fear takes over him every step I take in his direction. As the distance closes, I can clearly smell the disgusting smell of alcohol in his blood. But it wouldn't matter. I know because I've fed countless times on this kind of men at desperate times. The smell doesn't matter, when the blood tastes like the Liquor of Life.

"I don't look beautiful," I correct him, once I stand right on front of him. My hight is half a foot more than his mere five-feet-four. "I look drop dead gorgeous"

And with that, I strike and bury my fangs deep into his neck. The blood flows into my mouth, and that makes the man jerk back from me. But I suck harder and drink, my saliva numbing his senses and he's soon just a sack of blood on the floor.

The flabby man isn't really a treat. I like fresher blood. But it's hard to find it in this area with all the stopper clubs and the mafia people lurking in every corner.  That's why I hate this area.

The food is unhygienic.

I sit on my knees by him as I drink till my stomach is full.

Food here is unhygienic, but food is food.

Once the man is fully drained off blood, I get up and straighten my clothes, continuing with my journey to the station.

I want fresher food now. I hate this part of the city. There's no fresh food here!

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~800 words