Part 3

Nightfall.

A pale moon rose high upon the night sky.

A perfect time for monsters to hunt.

He was in another nightclub this night, his face half-hidden behind a sunglasses. His eyes scanning the crowd from time to time.

Actually there were couples of suitable preys inside this crowed club. Boys and girls, all of them young and health, pretty to look at. Their bodies warmed and soft for the touch, their blood heated by the liquid they had drank. All were his to taste and enjoy like an easy meal. It would be easy, easy as pie for him to claim a pretty kid then feed on him or her if he made his move.

But he wasn’t in mood to make that move.

He didn’t want these pretty girls and boys tonight.

He wasn’t interesting in them as he usually did. Maybe they were just a bit too easy for him, they were there, right in front of his eyes, easy for him to reach and to hunt down. This kind of easy meal didn’t suit his mood. Now he wanted some different prey to play with.

Actually, he was yearning for a one particular prey that he had just encountered last night…

A young man that caught him when he was busy to finish off his victim…

This one, this tall, leaned youth with his short ginger color blonde hair, staring at him blankly with a pitiful shocked expression on his face.

Then he realized that this guy had witnessed his kill. So he’d have to kill him.

And he was sure that he could finish him off in a matter of seconds as he moved forward to claim him. Because this poor kid had already been scared beyond words, he was still froze in his position when he reached his arms to him and drag him to his death. It wouldn’t be difficult.

The witness of his crime hadn’t moved a single muscle as he approaching. But then when he was about to take hold of him. It seemed that something within this youth had finally snapped and whatever spell that had befell him in the previous couple of seconds was finally broken. The young man’s eyes grew widen, he let out a despair cry and turn away from him, started running for his life.

The young man ran out of the dark ally, turning out to the main street. Without thinking, he followed, and found him again easily. He was bolting down the street, rushing forward. He was fast but not fast enough to escape his hunter.

By then he was so sure that he’d capture him. Until something unexpected happened…

So finally he was wrong. He failed to kill the young man and had to see him disappeared into the darkness.

And he didn’t like it.

This time it was the first time for many years he had lost a prey. No one…no one had been able to escape from him before far as he could recall.

The memory of his lost prey was coming back to him. He missed the sweetness of the terror and desperation, which he had just tasted from his prey not long ago when he was able to read his mind for those couple of minutes. Pleasantly he let himself be lost in these memories. He missed him so strongly simply because he failed to have him last night and knew that he’d have to have him soon. He wondered how lovely it would be to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of his neck, to toss the skin open with his long sharp claws, to get inside him as close and as deep as possible. He wanted to get as close to him as he could…if it were possible, he would love to toss the youth’s heart out and feel the blood seeping down his hands, to heard the rhythm of its pulse. Oh…how it would be like to tear his flesh apart, to feel the hot blood seeping down from his mouth to his chin as he bite into the his neck like tasting a mouthful of fine red wine…

He could hardly wait to lay his hands on this youth again…It turned him on just to imagine taking him, by force.(Author: By force? Oh no Jun you sounds so hentai here…H_H) Having him twisted beneath himself with pure lust and fear when he fed on him. God…how much he would love to crawl into the soft skin of his until the blood flood…warm, hot, rich blood that was the source of his life force and his delight…

For it was known among his race that men looked most beautiful when they lay dying in their own blood, slowly and gorgeously, little by little through the slow exquisite pain of physical torment…

However, he had learned something else expected of *this*.

Through his long lonely life of being an immortal, a creature of the night and a blood drinker, he also learned that there was no torment in the world that was more painful, more gorgeously than the suffering of one’s soul. Being an Old One in his race, he had long been free from the Bloodlust that ruling among the younger of his kind. However, after the Bloodlust laid under his control tamely, the warmth of human blood alone could not satisfied him so well anymore…he wanted something more. His preys would have to offer it to him.

He wanted the emotions from mortals…

Vampires’ powers increase as they aged. The older they were, the stronger they could become. Therefore, when his power grew strong enough to read an unsurprised mortal’s mind like an open book, another bout of fever beside the old Bloodlust had developed in him. This thirst had enslaved him so totally and thoroughly that, he came to know what really *hunger* was eventually.

Now he was a vampire who yearned endlessly for mortal’s emotion and feeling.

Strong emotions, like love, pleasure, fear and pain, excited him beyond words. Therefore, it would be a lot of fun to reach inside of this prey who had witnessed his kill, who feared him and would want to run away from him the next time he saw him. It’s be more interesting than to prey after an unsurprised mortal!

To discover his deeper fear and his most sinful desire, then toy with them until this cute little prey reaches his edge of sanity…he wondered what kind of expression would appear in these pure innocent eyes of his when he played all these tricks to him ne? Fear? Pain? Or…lust?

Will he weep with despair, or gasp with pleasure, begging for more when he took him and made him his?

The mixture of these sensetion were so arousal for him to taste…so he knew he would have to have this one, otherwise he won’t be able to eascpe from this madden thrist…

His terror made his heart almost totally open to him, and he loved what he had seen inside of this one…God…he was thirsting now…his mouth ran dry and sandy…he just couldn’t wait any longer…

Therefore, in spite of simply trailing down his newfound prey then suck him dry, he would first try to look into his soul…mortals are weak…so he was sure that once he got the chance to peer inside his every soul, he would find some weakness hidden inside his prey soon …

He remembered himself laughed excitingly as he chasing after his prey through the dark sidewalk. He could sense the fear swollen in the latter’s heart as he reached quickly his arm out again, fingers pointing out sharply for his fragile neck. His claws teased at the side of his neck, drawing blood but failed to bring him down as he had planned to.

He caught himself licking the tips of his long nails slightly with his tongue as if the bloodstains were still there.

Yeah…he had had a taste of his blood already last night. Just a tiny drops of blood from his preywasn’t enough for him but it did taste *good*…

Besides, the smell of these faded bloodstains alone was almost enough to help him hunting him down…because he could trail down a mortal just by smelling him out. His immortal senses would recognize the taste and the smell of the blood when he senses it the next time he encounters his prey again.

He was looking forward to find this young man again, and then to *play* with him…

The hunger it brought was almost unbearable; he would have to find someone to feed first before he could start his game…

To be continued.

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