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went off in search of my
prey.
    “If he is too frightened to
speak to me with more than one word, with less than a minute of
visual contact; then he is not worth my time,” I mumbled to myself.
I needed this time away from Chantonnay to be as pleasant as
possible. Everyone had changed so much in the past weeks, many of
us unrecognizable from who we once were. The horrible entity still
lingered over our home, poisoning us, and Stone, Brenna, Kristine,
and Eme all remained missing.
    After locating my prey
again, I headed onto the dance floor. The booming bass vibrated
inside my chest. I loved the intensity of singer’s low, unearthly
voice. As I moved between the dancers, I was amused by their idea
of what they thought I was–just another vampire fanatic like them.
Some were dressed in black leather pants or skirts, others in old,
decrepit outfits. Most of them painted their faces, and some had
tiny fangs glued to their teeth. Some of the more hard-core Goths
had actually put caps on their teeth.
    As I moved in closer to my
young man, I began to gyrate with the rest of them, moving to the
rhythm. Before he knew it, I was dancing with him. Our bodies
dangerously close I felt his excitement as we swayed to the music
together. It didn’t take much for him to forget about the
girlfriend he had come with, and out of the corner of my eye I saw
her approaching us.
    “You asshole!” she yelled
at the top of her lungs. The boy glanced at her, shrugging his
shoulders.
    “What?” he said, and
continued dancing with me. His mortal mind being so open to
suggestion, he was easy to manipulate, and eventually the girl
stomped off in a huff.
    I danced closer to him, his
body hot and sweaty. His breath was heavy with anticipation. He
began to grope me and I reciprocated, exciting him like no one
could.
    I leaned in close to him
and whispered in his ear, “Shall we go somewhere to be alone?” His
face revealed his simultaneous shock and joy. I had to smile at his
reaction, though I had seen it before. I do not enjoy preying on
the young, but there was just something about him. He tempted me in
a way that I could not resist. I had to have him. I didn’t wait for
an answer. The expression on his face was enough of an assent for
me. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him off the dance floor and into the
cold night air.
    The snow had finally
stopped, but the temperature had dropped and it was bitterly cold.
Once outside in the dark alley, he began to grope me and explore my
body. I let him enjoy himself, because unfortunately this would be
an experience he would not have the opportunity to remember. He
leaned in to kiss me and as he did I placed my hands on both of his
cheeks, kissing him with intense erotic desire. The taste and smell
of his salty skin, the aroma of his cologne and his blood teased my
senses. I pulled away looking at him with fierce, passionate eyes.
I whispered to him softly, “Thank you.”
    My lips moved to his neck,
my teeth breaking the flesh, causing his blood to shoot into my
mouth. He cried out in pain only briefly, as he soon joined me in
my rapture. I moaned in ecstasy and holding him in my arms I fell
down to the snow-covered ground, my body enveloping his. But my
bliss always seemed to come too soon. I forced myself to withdraw
from him before I had taken too much. I would not kill him. I no
longer killed anyone I fed off of, taking only what I needed to
survive.
    I looked down at the boy,
gazing up at me, barely conscious. He was drained of all energy as
well as his blood, and appeared pale and tired.
    “You were never with me.
You passed out in one of the back rooms,” I said to him gently,
“the mix of drugs and alcohol was too much.” I brought my hand up
and brushed it across his face as I placed the idea into his mind,
“Sleep.” And he did.
    With quick and easy
movements, I picked him up. Walking him back inside, I placed him
in one of the back rooms, trying not to disturb the couple that was
occupying