The Babysitter
Isaac was hungry.
This wasn’t a hunger that could be solved by going to the fridge or ordering at a drive through. Unfortunately, this hunger could only be solved by one thing-
Blood.
The sun had just gone down, the cool autumn air nipped at noses but Isaac wasn’t bothered by the cold anymore. This quiet suburban neighborhood was as sleepy as it got, making it a perfect place for Isaac to strike. Sure in the cities, it was easier to find prey outside their homes, but they tended to be more guarded. They expected danger.
No one would expect something like Isaac out and about.
Now it would be a bit trickier talking himself inside of a home, needing an invitation and all that. But Isaac had learned many ruses over the years. Broken down car, dead phone, lost, the right excuse would open the right door for him.
His eyes landed on the house on the corner, which still had lights on in the living room and he could see movement inside. Perfect. Isaac turned up the sidewalk and headed to the front door. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one,” the vampire murmured to himself before he reached to knock on the door.
The door whipped open and Isaac was left with his hand raised awkwardly in the air.
The woman on the other side of the door was likely in her early thirties and judging by her dress and make up, she was dressed to go out. Isaac dropped his hand and was about to make an excuse when the woman said, “Oh, finally! God, what took you so long? Get in here!”
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(Big thanks to @sanguisfulgur / @lunakinesis for being a huge source of inspiration for these stories. They’ve forever influenced how I write my vampires, and I can’t praise their writing enough. <3)
