2He was drinking with his friend's, laughing. I watched as he drunkenly downed shot after shot. Apparently, the group was celebrating something. What, I didn't know nor care. Humans got so worked up over such small things. Though, I suppose when your body expires such a short amount of time after it's created, you should try to experience as much as you could. Although, consuming a vile liquid that causes you sickness and to act as if you were a Neanderthal was not something I found as an appealing experience. But, unlike the humans around me, I had more than enough time on my hands. So, I sat in a dark corner of the smoke filled bar, watching.
Some time after two he stumbled out of the bar, barely able to stand up straight. I slipped unnoticed into the night, following. He led me down the city streets, pausing once to throw up, while I grimaced slightly. How could humans be so revolting? The things their bodies did were nauseating. Though, humans had one desirable quality, and that was why I was here.
The man had only made it two blocks before he passed out, slumped against the brick wall to his side. I walked closer, surveying him. Completely out. He wouldn't be awake for a while. I'd really rather wished he could've gotten himself home at least before this happened. No matter, I thought as I lifted him into my arms easily, headed in the direction of his apartment building. A few months earlier and I would have worried about someone seeing and finding it suspicious that a woman was carrying a passed out man, clearly who was larger than her, down the sidewalk. But no one wished to be out on the New York streets to brave the bitter chill and questionable characters at this time of night.
I arrived at his building in a fairly small amount of time. I needed no direction, I'd watched him enter and leave his shabby home many a time. When I arrived at his door, I simply reached into his pockets and pulled out a key, sliding it into the lock. I laid him down carefully on the couch, making sure to watch his head. Then I sat in a food stained armchair to wait. After all, where was the enjoyment if he wasn't even awake?
Finally, a while after noon had passed, he stirred. I had to admit I was relieved. I was beginning to believe that he had pushed his body too far and would not wake, as some did. He let out a groan and attempted to sit up.
"Fuck, talk about a headache. I'll have to call Rob and tell him I've got the flu and can't come in. I'll kill Jesse for letting my get so wasted." He mumbled to himself. Another mystery about humans. Why did they find it necessary to voice they're private thoughts? Could they not think far enough to follow a thought without hearing it? He looked around groggily, and was stunned when he saw me in the room with him.
"How the hell did you get in here?" he demanded, utterly perplexed and slightly awed. To my prey I was alluring, a skill I used in my favor. I stood and sat next of him on the couch, resting my hand on his leg.
"Hello, I'm Delia. I found you outside of the bar passed out. Thought I should you take you home, get you comfortable." He was excited now, thinking there was a double meaning to my words. There were, just not anything he would ever expect. Still, there was no reason I shouldn't have a little fun. I leaned in closer, pulling his face to mine. He eagerly kissed me, his hands traveling down my waist. I intertwined my fingers into his ebony colored hair, aggressively moving my lips. My free hand traveled down his body, and then, he tried to pull away, crying out in agony. I held him close, a small smile playing on my face when he screamed again as his bones shattered. The fragility of humans was comical. A small twist of my fingers and he was permanently crippled, not that he would live long enough for it to be a burden for him. My tongue traveled up his neck, blood pulsing quickly beneath that thin layer of flesh, so delicate, tearing with the slightest pressure.
"Please!" he gasped, trembling from anxiety and detriment. "I'll give you anything! Money! I've got money!" I let out a small chuckle at this. Like those pieces of colored paper humans coveted for held any value to me. No, what I sought was a much greater plume. I kissed his lips to silence his bothersome begging. He howled as I wrenched his leg up into an unnatural position with a loud snap. I kissed his neck, playing with him a little more.
A few minutes later I was ready to accept the long anticipated boon. I pulled back my teeth to reveal two rows of flawless, virulent teeth. I pierced his malleable flesh; letting his warm blood flow into my mouth, biting harder. I'd chosen well, his blood gave me pleasure I'd not experience for a century. What he lacked for in common sense, this mad up for. I sucked eagerly, not letting a drop be spared. As his corpse collapsed back onto the couch, I felt the high of victory. Another successful hunt.
I laid the pale body on the couch, resting his head on the pillow carefully. I kissed him on the forehead, then walked out into the hallway. I pulled a pair of sunglasses out of my pocket to conceal my now bright crimson eyes. I strode out onto the sidewalk, watching the passerby carefully. After a few hours of wandering, I finally saw what I was searching for. A man, his shoulders hunched against the cold, hurrying down the street. He had a handsome face and white blonde colored hair. I smiled slowly and began to follow my next victim.