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His body tensed, the grass was wet under his crouch. He impatiently waited in the back of a school yard that would soon be splattered by death. There would be no blood spill; he was too hungry to allow even a single luxurious drop to be wasted. The sun bathed down but left no warmth in the air, he sighed and banged his head against the thick grass under the rows of trees. His body was well hidden from a human’s eyes, his elbow shifted again and again as he fought against the twisting in his stomach.

“F-ck, where are those humans who always take this path… where are they now?” He muttered, taking a bite at the grass in anger. He spat the vegetation out in disgust. His stomach couldn’t growl, so it took to twisting and turning every time Vaness forgot to feed himself.

Vaness hated the secrecy vampires tended to keep; he believed that there was no need to hide. It wasn’t as if humans can do anything against vampires had they known that such ‘beasts’ exists. There was no weaponry that could take a vampire’s life away; and to Vaness’s broad knowledge, nothing besides hunger could even cause a vampire pain. A smug grin stretched across Vaness’ face as he remembered Vampires could only die if and when they chose to give up their life.

Heels clicked against the rough cement. Vaness lost his train of thought as a pair of slender legs walked metres from his hiding place. Vaness had hoped for a large man who’d hold more blood in his body, but this woman’s miniscule skirt and rosy cheeks made her the victim instead. Vaness would pick hunger and less food if it was delivered more attractively over becoming full.

Vaness studied his meal; her face was gorgeous due to the thick layer of make up coating her skin. She dressed daringly, the dip of her top revealing much of her full breasts. The skirt cut off and made her legs very desirable. Her smug look she wore gave Vaness’ guilt conscience an alibi.

“Perfect.” Vaness licked his lips; the dryness in his mouth irritated his skin. He had planned to toy with his food before dining, maybe tear her to pieces or make her beg for mercy, but the unbearable hunger made him changed his original plan. Vaness decided to eat fast, he’d tear the shirt off; and perhaps taste her full lips once if his stomach would wait. Vaness pictured diving for her left breast; to pierce with his razor like fangs to the heart where the blood flow was strongest. He planned to drain every drop of life from her body before she can scream.

‘Perhaps,’ Vaness thought with a sly grin, ‘her make up will manage to maintain that blush on her way to the next world.’

Vaness spent one tenth of a second to wish her to heaven, then sprinted.

The woman fell with a thud; the shocked eyes and parted lips became her final expression. Many cuts decorated her topless body, and not a single drop of blood was left to be bled.