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and that worried me. That first night I didn’t spend trying to find Adam, I used it looking for a place I could crash in the daytime.
I wandered the outskirts, in the early hours. There were not many people out, and I was pleased I seemed to be resisting the desire to feed on those who were. As the streets were nearly deserted I didn’t have to hide. What I did do was listen out for their breathing, their heartbeats, in search of an abandoned house. It took me a couple of hours to find what I was looking for – a small terraced Victorian house with boarded up windows – and with no sounds of habitation.
I walked to the end of the terrace and then climbed over brick walls around the back, until I found the back of the abandoned house, and then I forced the door. Inside it smelled damp and disused, and the boarded out windows shut out the city glow. I reached for the light switch, but there was no electricity, so barely able to see anything, despite my vamp vision, I fumbled through the house and up the stairs, my footsteps making loud creeks on the exposed boards. I found a bedroom. There was no furniture, but tatty thick curtains hung at the windows, and I figured I could make this my city refuge.
I took off my bag and then left the house for a final feed before bed. I caught a wild fox, which made a not too bad snack, and then returned to the house before dawn. I slept the day away.
That night I was pleased to discover the house did have running water. I washed and groomed, etc. etc. – getting ready for my hunt for Adam. I was thinking he’d go down the nightclub route – as I had on becoming newly turned. Nightclubs were the perfect feeding ground for creatures of the night.
On my way into the centre I kept an ear out for more foxes, definitely preferable to rats, and found there were plenty to keep me sustained. I avoided clubs I’d frequented with my friends – too risky – but I didn’t have any luck in finding Adam. I went into four clubs, surrounding myself with warm bodies, and I’ll admit I was tempted. But I resisted.
I did the same thing four nights in a row with no luck so I decided it was time for a different strategy. I picked up the day’s papers from pubs and scoured them for stories of local killings. It wasn’t long until I found what I was looking for.
Bodies had turned up drained of blood in the city. Lots of bodies. This was not fucking good. Some of them had been near central nightclubs so I figured perseverance was the key. That night I went to a large club near where two bodies had been found the night before. It was a familiar place, I’d been there maybe ten times, so I kept my head low. My heart pounded, ready to bolt if I saw a familiar face – other than Adam’s, of course. There was an increased police presence in the city, so I was careful to avoid them, in case I was a wanted person, in case they recognised my face.
On the dance floor people gathered around me. This happened every single time, which was kind of nice – getting lots of attention after being alone for so long – but also weird as I knew it wasn’t because they liked me, it was something about my vampire essence. It made it tricky to see far through the crowds so I needed to keep moving. That night I had no luck.
The next night I went to the same place. As I danced a very attractive man approached. For a second I thought it was Adam as he also had scruffy hair and stubble, but this man was tall, maybe five inches taller than me, with a slim physique and a tight black t-shirt. His eyes were an amazing blue.
He smiled at me, raising his eyebrows, looking around at my fan club, as though amused. He had a very sexy smile. He slid his hands around my waist and I let him. ‘What’s the harm in one dance?’ I thought. And anyway, I wasn’t lusting after his blood. Hmm … I was dancing close to this man … very
I wandered the outskirts, in the early hours. There were not many people out, and I was pleased I seemed to be resisting the desire to feed on those who were. As the streets were nearly deserted I didn’t have to hide. What I did do was listen out for their breathing, their heartbeats, in search of an abandoned house. It took me a couple of hours to find what I was looking for – a small terraced Victorian house with boarded up windows – and with no sounds of habitation.
I walked to the end of the terrace and then climbed over brick walls around the back, until I found the back of the abandoned house, and then I forced the door. Inside it smelled damp and disused, and the boarded out windows shut out the city glow. I reached for the light switch, but there was no electricity, so barely able to see anything, despite my vamp vision, I fumbled through the house and up the stairs, my footsteps making loud creeks on the exposed boards. I found a bedroom. There was no furniture, but tatty thick curtains hung at the windows, and I figured I could make this my city refuge.
I took off my bag and then left the house for a final feed before bed. I caught a wild fox, which made a not too bad snack, and then returned to the house before dawn. I slept the day away.
That night I was pleased to discover the house did have running water. I washed and groomed, etc. etc. – getting ready for my hunt for Adam. I was thinking he’d go down the nightclub route – as I had on becoming newly turned. Nightclubs were the perfect feeding ground for creatures of the night.
On my way into the centre I kept an ear out for more foxes, definitely preferable to rats, and found there were plenty to keep me sustained. I avoided clubs I’d frequented with my friends – too risky – but I didn’t have any luck in finding Adam. I went into four clubs, surrounding myself with warm bodies, and I’ll admit I was tempted. But I resisted.
I did the same thing four nights in a row with no luck so I decided it was time for a different strategy. I picked up the day’s papers from pubs and scoured them for stories of local killings. It wasn’t long until I found what I was looking for.
Bodies had turned up drained of blood in the city. Lots of bodies. This was not fucking good. Some of them had been near central nightclubs so I figured perseverance was the key. That night I went to a large club near where two bodies had been found the night before. It was a familiar place, I’d been there maybe ten times, so I kept my head low. My heart pounded, ready to bolt if I saw a familiar face – other than Adam’s, of course. There was an increased police presence in the city, so I was careful to avoid them, in case I was a wanted person, in case they recognised my face.
On the dance floor people gathered around me. This happened every single time, which was kind of nice – getting lots of attention after being alone for so long – but also weird as I knew it wasn’t because they liked me, it was something about my vampire essence. It made it tricky to see far through the crowds so I needed to keep moving. That night I had no luck.
The next night I went to the same place. As I danced a very attractive man approached. For a second I thought it was Adam as he also had scruffy hair and stubble, but this man was tall, maybe five inches taller than me, with a slim physique and a tight black t-shirt. His eyes were an amazing blue.
He smiled at me, raising his eyebrows, looking around at my fan club, as though amused. He had a very sexy smile. He slid his hands around my waist and I let him. ‘What’s the harm in one dance?’ I thought. And anyway, I wasn’t lusting after his blood. Hmm … I was dancing close to this man … very
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