“What about that one? He looks like his blood would be nice and rich.” Samuel smacked his lips together. He could practically taste the gushing blood of his succulent prey, and the thought made his mouth water.
“I don’t bother with dudes anymore. Girls are much easier marks.”
“Why?”
“Because Twilight made vampires hot. Girls aren’t afraid of us anymore. They’re turned on.”
“What? No way.”
“I’m serious.” Trevor scanned the crowd, looking for an ideal mark.
It didn’t take long. As soon as he spotted a tall brunette, he knew he was looking at his breakfast. He gave Samuel a wink and said, “Watch this.”
Trevor knew Samuel was expecting him to stalk his prey from behind, but why chase after them when you could make them come to you?
Instead of coming up behind her, he took note of the direction she was headed and made a beeline for a spot in front of her. He did hurry a bit to avoid losing his window, but once he was within her line of sight, he slowed down, practically slinking along a path in front of her. As he crossed her path, he turned his head slowly, almost lazily, and smiled at her. It was a close-lipped smile to avoid showing his teeth (come on, he wasn’t stupid), but it did the trick. As he turned his head to face forward again, he knew she’d take the bait.
Trevor walked over to a nearby wall, turned, and leaned his back against the wall, one foot on the ground with the other against the wall behind him. He took his phone out of his pocket and pretended to scroll through something while he waited for his prey to approach.
He didn’t even look up until he heard her say, “Hey.”
Although the smell of her was driving him mad, he forced himself to take his time, using that same, sleepy pace to put down his phone, as if begrudging the need to look at anything else. “Hey,” he said, keeping his voice flat and neutral. The less interested he appeared to be, the better.
“You’re not from around here, are you?”
Trevor glanced around him, as if just now noticing his surroundings. “No,” he said after a while, although it was a lie. He had lived (if you could call a vampire’s existence “living”) just around the corner for ages. But he was very good at not being seen until he wanted to be seen.
The girl smiled. “Why don’t I show you around?”
Although he had done this thousands of times before, Trevor still had to resist the urge to pump his fist in triumph. Instead, he said, “Sure,” with the same neutral expression.
The girl perked up and said, “I’m meeting my friends in that club over there. It just opened up and they got this DJ from Chicago who’s supposed to be, like, the new Ron Hardy or something.”
Trevor glanced in the direction she indicated, then said, “Crowds aren’t really my thing.” Then he turned his head the other way, looking at the dark alley (which he had made sure ahead of time was good and dark) behind the new club before saying, “I was thinking of checking out what’s over there.”
The brunette followed his gaze and said, “That’s just the alley. There’s nothing back there.”
Finally, he looked her straight in the eye. It was essential that he not do so too early, and that when he finally did make contact, he make the most of it. He did so now as he said, “Oh, don’t sell it so short. Alleys are where people throw things away – all the things they don’t want anyone else to see.” He held her gaze, hoping she wasn’t too dim to take his meaning.
Sure enough, understanding lit up her eyes and her mouth formed a round “O” as she connected the dots. He smiled, lips still closed, before turning and sauntering off in the direction of the alley.
This was the real gamble. He couldn’t turn back, couldn’t even look back. He just had to trust that she would follow.
He allowed himself a small smile when he heard her heels clicking on the pavement behind him, but he still refused to turn around. The moment was not right. Not quite yet.
She didn’t come level with him. She hurried to avoid losing him, but once she was a few steps behind him, her pace evened out to match his. Not ideal, but Trevor could work with it.
Trevor maintained his pace as he rounded the corner of the building and walked into the alleyway. Once they were out of sight of the street and consumed by darkness, he stopped dead and turned to face her.
She stopped as well, maintaining the distance between them.
Trevor looked her up and down like she was a meal he was about to consume. Well, she was a meal he was about to consume, but he let her believe she was a different kind of meal. Despite the darkness, she noticed his gaze and seemed to shrink into herself, crossing one leg over the other and tucking her hair behind one ear as she looked down at the ground.
Only then did Trevor approach her. He did so swiftly, but not so fast as to scare her off. He wrapped one hand around the back of her head while placing another on the small of her back as he leaned down and kissed her hard.
She kissed him back.
When she opened her mouth to let in his tongue, he knew it was time. He moved his mouth away from hers and down towards her neck. She moaned as he began sucking (forcing himself to do so gently) right over her carotid artery. Once the blood had risen to her skin he bit.
She bucked at the pain, trying to get away from him, but it was too late. He still had one hand wrapped around her head and the other clamped around her waist and he held tight while he drained her.
“That was magnificent,” Samuel afterwards.
Trevor wiped blood off his mouth and said, “Now you try.”
The end.