Another day another bite. It had been a couple of days and it was time for me to feed, so I was feeling a little mmmm, grumpy.
The man sat in his car, he threw a kiss, I walked past. He whistled, I kept walking, he shouted, I walked on, some people though, couldn't leave well enough alone. He called me a bitch, I still moved forward minding my business, igging him.. I guess that pissed him off. "Stuck up little cunt, where you going to meet your mother on the corner?" Ah boy, sometimes, , you know I never took pleasure in hunting humans, well, that's not exactly true, but the human side of me had a few little regrets. However, this guy, I was going to enjoy, I was going to take my time.
I stopped, swung around and moved towards him. Licking my lips I exposed one breast. I almost laughed at the "come hither" look he gave me. Walking past him, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the shadows.
The pulse in his throat was strong, the smell, a mixture of hormones and liquor (figures). I kissed him, he closed his eyes. I bit him a little on his shoulder, God 90 proof, this would be my only feed for this night. I snatched his head around and stared into his eyes.
The crimson crawled up my neck, up my cheeks, my eyes glowed a nice healthy red, blood dripped from the corners. His face changed, oh the fear, the absolute fear. "You want it, you got it!" I sank my teeth into the inflamed artery. I withdrew them and sank them back in over, and over again. He knew he was going to die, I liked the fact that he knew, I liked the fact that he was afraid. " Remember what Dionne said, yea you should have let me WALK ON BY." I watched the tear fall from one eye... awe, so sad, laughing I sank the canines back in for the last time. "No body talks about my mother, whoever she is!"