Marked

The music was pounding in my ears and there were colored lights everywhere. I was in one of the vampire clubs. Here you were among like-minded people and didn't have to be afraid of accidentally giving yourself away.

It must have been after 1 a.m. by now and I'm already very drunk. I had work to do later. I think it's best for me if I go home now. I got up carefully and made sure I didn't knock anything over.

I left the club somewhat unsteadily. Outside I was greeted by fresh night air. I walked down the dimly lit street. I don't really know why I still go to the club. I'm still single and have never really found anyone I could imagine being in a relationship with.

A scream snapped me out of my thoughts. Huh? what was that? Actually, I don't really care. People get murdered on these streets all the time. The police suspect a serial killer or psychopath but have never caught the person or persons. But since I sometimes have to kill people in my job, the events don't really bother me.

"P-please h-help m-me." I looked to the side, startled. There stood a man in his mid-40s soaked in blood. A few fingers were missing from his hands. One of his eyes had been gouged. A horrible sight, however, the smell of blood rose to my nostrils. Shit. A black figure appeared behind him. "So we have visitors" came a deep voice. "And he's cute," the voice continued. I blushed. Why does he have to say that. The longer I stared at the man in front of me, the more hungry I got. "I think I'll go on now." I wanted to say goodbye I turned and was about to start walking when someone pulled me back by my arm.

I looked at the person, startled. He was a full head taller than me, wearing a dark brown trench coat and smelling strongly of cigarettes. I still couldn't see his face. "But no, you look a lot tastier than him." He thinks I'm human? I felt my fangs grow longer with anger. I tried to free myself from his grip. When that didn't work, I snapped at him. He was briefly surprised. "How cute" he said again before bending down to me. What is he up to? It was all getting a bit too much for me. Drunk down a back alley with a vampire and his victim who smelled strongly of blood. I was getting thirsty. I got dizzy. What should I d-A sharp pain in my neck brought me back to reality. I screamed. He hadn't seriously bitten me.

I looked sideways but could only see the back of his head. However, he did not break away from me and began to drink my blood. I tried to push him away. What's that supposed to be? I'm not his prey. "Hey I'm not your prey" I tried again. However, he ignored me. I found myself getting weaker and weaker. When I was about to pass out, he stopped.

Now I could see his face too. He wore round glasses and had a few scars on his face. His eyes were blood red and shone as the moonlight reflected in them. I got dizzy. He seemed to notice that because he carefully pushed me against a wall where he sat down. Then he pulled me onto his lap. I wanted to fight back but I was too weak. He looked deep into my eyes before gently lifting my head to his neck. "Drink," he whispered in my ear. No I must not. If I drink his blood now, he becomes my partner. I must not. "Oh come on I know you're thirsty." I didn't respond. It was hard enough to pull myself together. Then he took his hand in which was a small knife and cut his neck a bit. Blood immediately dripped out. His blood is smelled a thousand times tastier than many others. I'm just starting on that. I noticed my eyes turning red. My senses went blank and I gave my will the upper hand and bit down.

A soft groan escaped him. I drank and felt my strength come back. But also how tired I was. Eventually I was fed up and looked up at him. He looked at me piercingly "Fed?" asked he. I just nodded and leaned into him. He looked at me questioningly. "Tired" I managed to say and closed my eyes. He was warm and I felt protected by him. Then I fell asleep.