the wind howled through the open window, rustling everything in its path. the rain soaked the windowsill, and anything that was adorned atop it. the thunder was deafening, and the light from the electrical flashes of lightning blinded Sam every so often.
all Sam was trying to do was work on a new piece of music, but his hunger was attacking at him in the same fashion that the rain was, and it was something that the man could hardly ignore.
it had been weeks. months, even.
Sam was growing ravenous, and he couldn't help but let out a solem groan, alerting his pup, who looked at him with the most confused expression a dog could give.
Sam just sighed again, and grabbed his coat - a long, velvet type thing - before leaving. he bore no umbrella, for he enjoyed the way the rain would hit his face, almost like a wake up call.
something to remind him, he guessed.
he turned corners, strolled down back alleys and across roads, until he was able to find exactly what he was looking for.
finally, some good fucking food.
Sam grabbed their wrist, and pulled them into an alley, moments before sinking his teeth into the side of their fleshy neck. his prey squealed, but Sam gagged them with his hand, suckling on the droplets of crimson blood that escaped the two holes he had punctured. it didn't take long for his prey to begin to sway, and that's when Sam took his opportunity.
he punctured his own arm.
yes. his own arm. he began to feed his prey the blood, and smiled, as he watched as the specimen grow paler and paler, as their eyes turned from painful brown to shiny, icy blue, as their body collapsed.
thank god.
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it was a matter of minutes before Sam had brought the specimen home. he removed his own ghastly overcoat, and removed his specimens, too, before lying the toffee haired thing down on the bed.
it was only now that Sam was able to get a good look at his catch.
toffee coloured hair, reminding Sam of all the caramel he'd eat as a child. icy blue eyes, though right now they were closed, only good for showing off the long lashes that adorned them. soft lips, small nose. t shirt and jeans, nothing fancy. a gold chain around his neck.
at least it wasn't pure silver.
Sam sighed, and left the man on the bed, going back to work, readying himself for another futile few hours of pure failure.
