I fed on a human again.
I was just so hungry. And I was drunk. Plus, I think she was kinda into it.
...she wasn't.
I was drinking in an Irish pub by the bay. I know, not my usual but after what happened with Ivory Shade, I don't really want to go back there.
This overt pub was pretty good. Good beer, good music. There was even a karaoke night every Thursday. They had some good onion rings.
She approached me as I was finishing my second beer and purred, "well aren't you Handsome?"
I made an noncommittal sound and ordered another drink.
She was pretty. Her waist was thin and her chest was ample. She had brown hair going down to her waist. She looked yummy. I smiled and she blushed.
"What's say, you and I meet in the bathroom in five?" She trailed her manicured nails along my arm, down my chest until she reached my legs before heading towards the bathroom, her body swaying with the music.
How could I say no to that?
Wasn't like I had someone waiting at home for me. After waiting two minutes I stood up and head to the bathroom.
She tasted so good. and she smelled so sweet. I didn't realize it's been too long since I've fed.
I tore into her like a beast, draining her until there was barely any life in her. But I managed to stop! She's still alive! Sure, she's in the hospital recovering from extreme blood loss, but that's better than being dead in a dingy Irish bar's bathroom floor!
All I remember was throwing a twenty on the bar counter and running out, covered in blood. I let the freezing cold air calm me.
I need to get this under control.
I sighed and walked back to my flat, where I fell asleep after eating a tub of chocolate chocolate chip ice cream.
My life sucks so hard.