It wasn't the simple "stomach-rumble" hungry.. No. He wishes it was that simple, He wishes he could get meat from a freezer and everything would be okay, but he was a vampire and you know.. things don't come easy for the undead. Sure, he liked the feeling of killing and chasing a human but it toke forever to find a person that was worth chasing down. And God, his throat burned with the fire that ached for the taste of hot human blood running down his throat.
Liam stalked down the block, keeping his head low, trying to keep the rain water from running into his eyes. He had split from the other boys around 2 hours ago, promising to find food for himself instead of ending up in bed with a woman, her drained of blood and him covered in dry blood. He was alert for any smells, any noises, anything that could make a nice meal for him.
Wind rushed through the area and Liam took a sniff. Vanilla. It wasn't strong.. but it lingered. As if the owner from this scent had been in this area for a long time. He walked along the street, the smell becoming more prominent as he reached the last house on the block. It was as if whoever owned that sniff, lived here.. but was not here at the time.
Liam shook his head. He didn't care. Those inside those house might have the smell rubbed off on them. He walked on the pavement, careful not to leave any tracks. The house had two floors. A balcony was on the side of the house and a tree was next to the balcony. It was quaint looking and Liam supposed if he could have kids, he'd want to live here. There was a few windows and bushes lined the front Window.
He stepped up to the window, taking a look in the house. It was completely dark, save for the small kitchen light on. An engine revved behind him and Liam spun around, ducking behind the bush just in time. "So, Brae..." A boys voice, around 18, spoke. "You're not coming inside, Damon. Go home.. I'll see you tomorrow." He heard a soft voice, obviously the girl who was called Brae, speaking.
Liam adjusted himself so that he could see them. He couldn't exactly see the girl or Brae but He could see Damon. His tousled dirty blonde hair and the motorcycle he drove certainly gave off the bad-boy appeal. "Alright, love. Stay safe." He watched as the boy leaned in and pecked her lips. She kissed back eagerly, her hands sliding into his hair. Liam rolled his eyes, remembering the slight joy of young love. It's a waste of ones time to fall in love when you're young.. It hurt too much when you realized you were just in love with the idea of love.
"I will.. Promise. Night." She stepped back, walking up the drive. Her scent invaded Liam's nose and his mouth watered. She was the vanilla scent. She was what drove him here. He could take her now. No one would notice. Damon nodded, kick-starting the motor and driving off. She gave a twirl and Liam almost reached out to grab her leg when the door slammed open.
"Brae Autumn Monroe." A voice hissed. Liam groaned inwardly. All he wanted was food, not to be in the center of a reality show. "Oh hey, Mom." She turned, greeting her mother awkwardly. With the girl this close, Liam admitted she looked cute. Mint skinny jeans, White tank-top with black converse..
As he looked her over, He realized if he played his cards right.. He could kill the mom and then save the daughter for last. "You're two hours pass your curfew. And you drove home on his bike." Her mother was obviously disappointed. "Oh well, Mom. I'm only 17 once. Not like I can live forever. Besides, I was safe. Trust me a little." She swerved pass the mother, walking inside. The elder woman followed her and Liam took this as his chance.
He followed them both inside, trying to keep in the shadows. "It's not you I don't trust honey, It's Damon. Now go upstairs and get some sleep. I'll talk to your father about punishment in the morning." Her mother pointed toward the stairs as the girl nodded, brushing past the mom and walking upstairs.
Just wait until the doors closed.. Liam thought to himself as the mom turned, oblivious to the terror about to happen. As soon as he heard Brae's door close, Liam pounced. The woman let out a shriek of terror, her fists flying in a fury at him. His lips met her neck as he bit down, eagerly. He sucked, feeling and enjoying the warmth of the hot sticky blood sliding down his throat and into his stomach.
The woman screamed once more, falling limp in Liam's arm. He dropped her to the ground, discarding her. Wiping his mouth, Liam stood up, walking toward the stairs. Time for the good part. Before he could even reach halfway, He heard the cocking of a pistol. He turned, seeing a man with a beer gut staring at him. "What'd you do to her?" He hissed, jabbing a finger at the woman on the floor.
Liam let out a grin. Another treat. The boys will be jealous. He got 3 out of one house, unlike his usual one per household. He jerked the pistol out of his hand, sending it flying toward the stairs as He pulled the man closer, his teeth already bared. "Brae! Run! Get away!" The man yelled desperately as Liam sank his teeth into the man.
A door flew open and footsteps were at the top of the stairs and he heard her terrified scream. Liam was riled up by her scent, enjoying the smell of it. He dropped the bloodless man. Feet ran down the stairs and into the Kitchen. Liam followed, an excited smile on his bloody face. He gripped her wrist as she screamed, hitting him repeatedly.
Blood dribbled down his chin as his eyes met hers.
This is it. The vanilla scent filled his nose. He wanted it.
She was shaking, terrified of him.
He wants her so badly, his throat begins to burn once more even though he's just had his fill.
Suddenly, a warming sensation flooded through his body as he pulled her closer, holding her tighter as she struggled.
And for the first time in a thousand years, Liam's dead heart beats as he stared at the girl with auburn hair and ice blue eyes.
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