The bright light had blinded him; it stung and burned him as he limped deeper into the forest. He was hiding in the shadows, so as not to be disturbed. He felt weak and know he must feed soon.

As soon as the white specs faded away from the corner of his eyes he went to go looking for substance. He headed to the outskirts of town, keeping to the forest.

Not feeling like doing an actual hunt, he decided to wait for food to come for him. He found a nice big widow tree and sat against the trunk, in the area shaded by its long, swaying, branches, laced with beautiful green leaves.

For what seemed forever, due to his “injury”, he sat and watched the leaves of the big tree, as they danced and played a glorious music in the wind. It would be quite a peaceful place, if his mind wasn’t racing with all the different thoughts streaming through his head. He got more and more frantic as time went on, as his mind came to worse and worse conclusions. With each new thought he squirmed in discomfort. The way he was going people would call him pessimistic, though he considered himself one already.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice the far off footsteps of a man, coming in his direction. He took a moment to sit there and figure how far off this man was. By the sound of it, around 50 meters away from him, by the way his footsteps sounded, the man was probably drunk. He decided to wait a bit longer for his food, not yet feeling up to go and attack.

After two excruciating long minutes of his body begging for blood and his mind racing full speed, he decided he had to distract himself. So he went off in search of this drunk man.

He lept between the shadows, with as much energy that he could muster, yet still being graceful. He could feel the end of his coat billowing in the wind caused by his movements. When he was close enough to the man, he could tell just really how wasted this poor loser was. He was so drunk he couldn’t even walk in a straight line, let alone going two steps with out loosing his balance.

He could feel his own face sneering at how disgusted he was with this man, as he watched him zig-zag across the stone brick lane. ‘Great, tinted blood’ was all he could think. He hated, absolutely hated, when the blood he drank was tinted with alcohol, drugs, or such. He enjoyed fresh blood so much better. Fresh blood, that was definitely the best, he loved when the warm plasma would seep into his mouth at first then come in big swallows. It was so rich, so warm, so clean, just wonderful.

He felt his body moan in the lack of blood.

“No point in playing games tonight” he said. He just loved to play with his food. He smirked, oh how he liked to mess with humans, it could be so much fun!

He turned his attention back to the drunk man. The stupidity of this drunk man amused him as he watched him run into a stationary object: a pole. Humans were stupid creatures no doubt about it. They are always thinking about themselves, doing anything to make them feel better and to ‘fit into the crowd’ and be ‘cool’. They’ll even put down other people around them, and belittle them. They were always hurting one another so they can be in a fake group of friends, not that their friends really cared about them. This is one of the reasons he thought humans were despicable creature. This is also one of the reasons why he never really tried to befriend them.

This guy was so drunk he could just walk up behind him, tap his shoulder, and ta-da! One less idiot in this world. He shrugged his shoulders and walked after the loser.

He didn’t bother being quiet, not that he was naturally quite anyway. Soon he reached the man, clasped his cold big hand with long fingers around this man’s shoulder, and spun him around to face him, before the drunkard could notice what happened.

The drunkard blinked a few times staring at the man in awe. He laughed and showed his fangs.

“Hhheyyyy, nice *hiccup* t-t-teeeeth. Wh-who are yous an-an-any-anywayz?” The man managed to get out with another hiccup when he finished his slurred sentence.

He could see the drunk’s blood veins, curving around his neck like a delicate lace. He could sense them pulsing, but could also smell the alcohol radiating of the blood vessels. “Your worst nightmare” he replied and sunk his sharp teeth into the drunk man’s neck. He could feel his teeth brake through the thin layer of skin protecting the blood veins. Then his teeth sank into the blood veins with a small ‘pop’. The warm lush blood entered his mouth, as he could feel the energy of his victim draining. The blood goosed down his throat, and he could now feel himself regaining his stamina. Soon the man went limp in his arms. This all happened so fast the victim didn’t have time to react to anything that just happened. Slowly he removed his teeth, and held the limp body in his arms. A small smile crept up upon his lips. He licked the extra blood off around his mouth. His body seemed to be happy, but his nose wrinkled in disgust at the tainted blood. ‘Well at least it will hold for a while’ he thought. He saw the sunrise began and knew he must be on his way.
***

The younger girl reached her house in record time. She was breathing so quick she thought her lunges would explode. She new she was probably crazy, nothing attacked her, there was no one around, nor could anything move so fast, but still she had a bad feeling about what happened while passing one of the alley ways. She knew she must be insane, and she couldn’t talk to anyone to see what they thought because one her parents would never let her out of the house again and two people would think she was hallucinating. She didn’t need people breathing down her back for the rest of her life. She tried to convince herself nothing happened, nothing could move that quickly without making a sound. It was just probably a gust of wind or something.

But still she couldn’t just shake away the horrible feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.

One thing was sure, she wasn’t going be commuting any where by herself for a while, especially at night. Counting this night. She didn’t really have to go to that other party tonight. She could do without one party and save her sanity instead.

She kicked off her heels and went to go lay on her double bed. She loved this bed so much. It was the most comfortable bed she ever slept on. The way it curved around her and was always soft. And the pillows were nice and fluffy, with the one big fluffy blanket on top of the bed. It was just so relaxing. Her mind was still going with adrenaline, but her body whined that it was tired. Before she was able to get back up to take off her nice party dress, she fell asleep on top of her bed, pillows, and blankets.

She was in a dark alley way made with bricks. She waited and waited, for what she didn’t know. All she could tell was that whatever she waited for was important. She looked down and noticed she was wearing all black and wore a trench coat with what looked like an emblem on it. Not to mention she was a guy.

She stood there and stood there, without moving. It seemed almost an hour had passed when her body told her to leap forward to get something. Obeying this strange body’s whishes she grabbed onto something or someone, she couldn’t tell because at that moment she was blinded by a bright light that seemed to burn from the inside out.

She screamed out in pain, and woke up screaming. She could feel droplets of sweat run down her head. She was painting.

She was so confused. She wasn’t sure what just happened and her mind was to clogged up to think at the moment.

Once she calmed down a bit she pulled of her dress and pulled the blanket over her, trying to relax so she could make sense of it all. Her mind tried to think over everything that just happened, but soon the force of sleep pulled down on her. Her body didn’t seem to be too happy to be woken and running at full speed in the early hours of the morning. No matter how much she tried to make sense of it, her mind wouldn’t let her think through things. Her mind seemed to be both stunned and tired. She could feel herself floating off back into sleep.

‘No use and trying to figure it out now, if I can’t even think straight’ she thought as she slipped into sleep once more. This time she slept peacefully, without a bad enough thought to wake her from her slumber. Soon the sunrise was rising at her window as if teasing her.