I opened the door to my apartment, still shaking, and was confronted with Jay, his hand raised as though to knock.

"Asha! Erm.. I-"

"Sorry, Jay. I need to go." I cut him off abruptly, feeling my control waver again. He met my eyes and his cool blue ones widened.

"When was the last time you fed?" He said, a catch in his voice.

I shook my head in reply, pulling my door shut behind me. "Do you mind? I kinda need to go... Unless you want to come with me?"

I surprised both of us with the invitation but he took it in his stride.

"Sure. Where do you like to go?"

I named a few bars in the area and we quickly agreed on one as we decended the stairs. A few minutes later, I was contending with a bass beat, struggling to keep focused. Across the room, I could see Jay stalking on the edge of the dancefloor, selecting prey. I went straight up to the bar.

"Hey there, do I know you?" some guy slid up behind me, his arm going around my waist as he spoke.

"No, but hang around and I could let you get to know me." I replied smoothly.

A couple of drinks later, I led him out of the club, watched by Jay. He had a pretty blonde on his arm, who was failing to attract any reaction from him at all.

I dragged the guy down an alley, into the pitch dark. He chuckled, clearly drunk, clearly with the wrong idea as I pinned him against the wall. His hands were all over me and my skin crawled as it burned. My fangs slid out reflexively.

"You're beautiful.." he murmured, kissing my neck.

Repressing a shudder, I went to his neck, sinking my fangs in. As he drew a breath to yell, I slid my hands down the front of his trousers and his yell turned to a moan of pure pleasure. I closed my eyes as the blood slid down my throat, soothing. After what felt like too short a time, he slid to the ground, drained.

"Sorry." I murmured

The End

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