Feb 23, 2014
Wow that felt good. Stark contrast from the last couple of days. You feel your hangover-induced headache dissipating as you wipe the last drops of blood from your lips.
The man you drank from lies still, and you close his eyes for him, bowing your head slightly with a moment of silence for him. You're nothing if not respectful of your prey. As you look up, though, a new scent hits your nose, and you look up, your head whipping around.
Someone's seen you.
You glare suspiciously at the man you see at the corner, though your stance is more wary than aggressive. "Who are you?" you demand.
