He had just fed from the third person in a row. He was satisfied now. He could feel his system humming with satisfaction and pleasure. It had always been easy to hunt, or more appropriately feed off from a human, but he hadn't felt this great in along time. He knew it was because of the redhead. Although, some humans offered themselves up as a feeding liter, some for the highness that accompanies it, and some for the money; it still didn't compare to when you compel and feed. You just have to make sure that you don't kill while feeding, unless it would guarantee you a free entry to being a creature of the dead.
They thought he was a vampire??
He scoffed. He would never be that. The creature of the dead was something heinous he hoped that he would never be. He didn't want to be hunted by his own people.
