He is young, no more than sixteen but quite tall, and should not be in the club, partying the way he is. I can still remember the way he feels, being with the older crowd, getting drunk, letting loose to the pounding music. Now, I understand how dangerous this is. I draw him to me, and he dances his way across the floor to my booth. I am getting better at this; I used to have to go get them.
He slides into the seat across from me, and starts to say something. I shush him. Taking him by the hand, I lead him out of the bar, into the night. It is damp and cool out here, but his warmth provides for all my needs.
Down the street and under an overpass, it is dark and secluded, and I take him there. He is fascinated with me, barely noticing where we are. I let his hot hands into my jacket and under my shirt, and the warmth of his breath on my face takes away my self-control.
I reach for his head, pulling his neck down to me, and his body comes with it, pressing against me. He wants to fuck me, but this is not what I am after. My fangs pierce his fragile skin, and blood wells into my mouth as I put my lips over the wound.
The young body pushing into mine tenses: the shock that always comes when my fangs pierce the flesh of a victim. But this one doesn't swoon and fall limp; he pushes against my grasp, and with unnatural strength I am repulsed.
Angered at a feed interrupted, I look into his face. And I freeze as the dim light catches on fangtips gleaming against his lip. Damn it. He's a vampire too.
"What are you doing?" he demands.
"Dragging idiot kids out of clubs and draining them is my trademark," I tell him.
He snorts. "Well, pretending I want to fuck older women who wear too much makeup is my trademark."
I turn on my heel and clack down the road. Vampires. They're such bitches.
Opening: Starstruck.....Continuation: Lynn