It didn’t matter to me that the stranger wasn’t Alexander. In that moment, my need was stronger than the revenge I had in mind for the callous vampire.
My mind tried to decipher what would satisfy me. Maybe what I needed was to get laid. It had been a long time. Perhaps a sexual gratification would thwart my hunger.
The man pulled me into his strong arms, and I trembled in his embrace. He went to kiss me, but I turned my head.
“Ah, you like to play.”
“I do.” I licked his neck. “Mmmm.”
He growled and pressed his body against mine. When he lowered his head, I swept in, nipping at his pulse.
My fangs flexed into the stranger’s throat, drawing blood. For a fleeting moment, Alexander’s face came to mind. Silently, I cursed him and sank my teeth in farther. The man was heavenly. His skin was sweet, and the treasure flowing through his veins was rich and smoky. I could get drunk off the taste.
I gulped down the hot fluid, suckling deeper and deeper. When I felt the last thread of life, I pulled out and licked my lips, letting the body fall to the ground. Wiping the blood from my chin, I dug in the dumpster until I found a ratty blanket. Before I draped it over the corpse, I lowered his pants. When the cops found him, they might believe he was the victim of a sex crime. Fully sated, I stepped over his body and into the night.
Sadly, he wouldn’t be my last victim.
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