Joseph was getting a little bored. The moment he saw a human pass under his roof, he had planned to follow said human, and hopefully sneak up on them and eat them. It wasnât something he necessarily wanted to do, but he needed to eat. Err⊠drink. He couldnât ever make up his mind on his opinion of his own need for blood. Some moments, he was consumed with guilt for it, believing himself to be a monster for needing it. Sometimes all emotions gave way to pure predatory instinct.
Some nights, he regarded it as an annoyance.
âNever heard of it,â he said, shrugging. For most of his life, he stayed in Los Angeles, so snowbird had never entered his vocabulary. Los Angeles was already warm for most of the year. If anything, people flocked there during winter.Â
Whenever Joseph âhunted,â he made a point to converse as little as possible, and to try to ignore someoneâs little mannerisms. He had seen and felt too much at this point. Damn him for possessing empathy.
âYou know any places for cheap eating?â Joseph asked. This man could be a cheap eat, he thought to himself. âStarving and strapped for cash.â It was true, he was a bit strapped for cash, and he had to resort to theft in ways he never predicted he could. Once he got control of himself, he would consider applying for a job, one with short, nighttime hours. He wouldnât really need to spend it on food, and he already scoped out a place to sleep during the day. He just wanted to be able to buy stuff without sneaking around like a criminal.
For the most part, it seemed like the kid was just disinterested. He looked a little young to be one of those rebellious little gits that roamed the streets, looking for trouble and elderly people to disrespect. There were plenty of those in London, especially some of the parts Aceâs old friends used to drag him to- but the wanderers over there seemed more... tired. Aged. Less babyfaced. This kid just looked pale and bored.
But that, that set off some alarm bells. Starving and strapped for cash? Was that what he was doing out so late at night, all alone? Jesus, this island collected strays like moths to a flame. Ace figured he was probably here all alone and living out of some abandoned sand castle or something, sickly pale from starvation, and- no, donât jump to the worst case, he told himself.
âAre you hungry?â Ace asked unnecessarily. He strode a few feet closer unconsciously, so that they were close enough to speak lowly to each other. âLook bruv, Iâve got a restaurant a short walk from here. I can open it up right now if you need a bite.â
