The Blood

Warm and thick, deep and rich, flowing like a nice thick creamy soup. As the blood flowed freely from her victim’s vein and into her mouth, the vampire writhed in ecstasy. She often looked forward to her nightly hunts, walking the streets of these modern metropolises gave her a plethora of meal choices. Despite modern technology, she found humans to still be just as naïve and easily preyed upon as it had been during her younger vampire days. 

Young men between the ages of 20 and 40 were particularly easy, they never saw what was coming due to their lustful desires. She’d walk into any bar, night club, or restaurant and wait for her prey to approach her with the typical, “Hey, gorgeous. You here alone?” As was expected of her, she’d play their little game. She’d pretend to be shy, a little flirty, and would give the impression of real interest. Inevitably the young man would ask her to go home for a nightcap, she would resist a touch just before giving in to make her prey comfortable. 

Coaxing the male ego was not her favorite part, but the payoff was so satisfying. She’d wait until they were at his place, never hers because it was her place of solitude, and she would continue this game of cat and mouse. The men never suspected they were the mouse. Once caught up in her rapture and filled with lust, she’d go in for the kill as it were. This was her favorite part, the initial shock and fear washing over her prey’s face. She’d smile in excitement and drink until she was satiated. This was heaven.