Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 2

Andy P.O.V.
 
I decided to leave before it would turn around. I had given it a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and as a distraction. She, I mean it was a once in a blue moon good human I’d pass by. I wonder if I just caught it on a good day. Either ways I highly appreciate its actions. Then those scums came into mind. I got to think of something else before I become in an even worse mood. Too late. I had gotten to the front door of my “home.” The wind blew a little harder. It felt sort of nice. But the nice feeling was ruined by the sound of loud music and the smell of pathetic humans in here. The anger in me was getting stronger every time I seen or smelt one. It’s pretty funny though because they’re my food. Ha! It really is a struggle when it gets down to being what I am. Not that I hate it. I hate them. I enjoy their taste. But sometimes they taste just like what they are- filth. My hatred for them is because of a couple reasons. However, I don’t feel like thinking about it right now. I opened the door. Another party? Well, obviously. But I was getting sick of them. Too many of those things around made my blood boil. I’ll have to talk to him later.. I felt something rub my chest and just when I was about to let me anger come out, the hands let go and someone jumped in front of me.  “Pamela.”

“You put no emotion in my name!” Pamela whined. “Whatever. I could sense a strong foul mood and I knew straight away it was you! I can make you feel better you know,” she winks. Pamela had long dyed wavy red hair that ended right above her butt. She had bright green eyes, almost as bright as my pair of blue. Medium sized boobs and a big butt! I’d be lying if I said I had never done anything with her… because I did, I’ll be the one to admit that it was amazing. I can never tell though if she wants more than what we had or if she is just teasing me. She was one just like me. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t in the mood.
 
“Not tonight.” I start to walk pass her but she grabs my hand and stops me. She grins wide. She has white straight teeth.
 
“Follow me anyways Andrew.” She leads me up the steps through these disgusting pigs and inside her room. Once we’re in she closes the door and locks it.  I roll my eyes.
 
“What is it? I thought I said not tonight?” I look at her bed and there lay one of those things. Unconscious of course. I automatically get pissed at the sight. I turn to leave but Pamela stops me.
 
“Not yet. I’m sorry but I started without you. I had to make sure my treat was tasty for you. Come on, just this once. For me.” She walked towards me and grabbed my hand. My knuckles were shaking I was pissed. She knew how I felt about this. I only do this when I feel like so! Not that I think it’s wrong. Just something happened. Those events led me to hate humans so much I struggle feeding directly from them at times. I stood still. “I made sure not to collect you any blood today. You never drink right from their body in front of us anymore. I miss it. Drink from her body in front of me. Just for today. No blind fold either!” She picked up the human and brought it to me. At this point I was sitting on the floor. She lay it on my lap. I could smell and taste the blood that was not in my mouth yet. I licked my lips. I was getting used to drinking from a human without a blind fold again, but like I said, I hate humans strongly, the sight of them made me want to go on a rampage. So I try only doing that once in a while. (Drinking from a human without a blind fold) I put my head down, instantly feeling intoxicated by the spilt blood on its neck and the smell. I was about to sink my fangs just when I had a flashback.
 
“Noo!” “Wait! Don’t do it! Please! We can fix this!” I remembered a cold touch to my hand, dragging my away. “I’m Mia, um thanks, I hope I wasn’t too heavy.” I could smell and feel her strong scent. It wasn’t bad at all. I remembered how strongly I desired to know her taste right then and there.
 
I leaned close to the thing in front of me.  I pictured that Mia being the one laying here. I felt Pamela staring at me. My teeth sunk deep into this creature’s neck. I began sucking. Drinking and drinking. I was sure four marks were going to be strongly visible. I could feel their body getting cold and colder. It was like their soul was leaving their body. A strong intoxicating feeling. This is what drugs might feel like. This is a drug in fact. For us, it is. I slowly looked up. Pamela had rubbed some of this human’s blood onto her neck and lips. She was grinning. “Want to mix a drink?” the desire was strong, I grabbed her by her neck out of anger and desire. I gained control and calmed myself so I wouldn’t hurt her. I gently held her by the neck and began licking and sucking the blood off her neck and lips. She was kissing me when I had gotten to her lips. But I wasn’t kissing back. I just wanted the blood. Not her. And so once again I let my fangs slide into her neck. It wasn’t the first time as I have hinted. I could sense her eyes rolling back. Hmph. I hated it. She reminded me of those filth when she did that. I stopped. A little blood was dripping down my lips. I was a little angry and disappointed.
 
“This isn’t what it’d taste like. I know it’d taste better!” This isn’t anywhere close to what its taste would be. I just know that it would be SO much better. I had meant the girl Mia. Of course Pamela didn’t know that and looked at me as if I were insane. I say she’s the true insane one anyways. I wiped my mouth in disgust and walked away. She had said something but I didn’t bother to hear. This blood tasted normal or regular. Even so, it was enough to give me that intoxicated feeling, it was amazing. I just know that human tasted FAR BETTER than this. If a normal blood taste makes us get like this, just imagine those that taste a ten. One taste of theirs could possibly lead to death. It just about always did. I washed my face and ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it back. I stared into my own eyes in thought. “Mia..” I whispered.