He needed a meal and maybe sex too but a meal would do just fine. He flipped his cape- he preferred the word coat but really it was a cape with sleeves -as he stood underneath the starless sky. It was quite a chilly November evening but Dario didn't feel a thing.
This was his favorite hunting spot, not the bars and definitely not the clubs. Here he found women with untainted blood, who didn't deal with syringes and the likes. Who didn't carry any sexual diseases or worse not that it mattered but Dario just had certain rules.
He smelt her before he saw her, her blood called out to him more than her form. He felt his fangs engorge even as his sex followed suit. He stood still for a few seconds trying to calm himself. He was never one for a hasty meal.
