He was surprisingly tired from the hypnosis, he had hypnotized a lot of humans to get what he wanted or when he needed to get out of awkward situations, never used it to feed on humans, he never fed on alive humans, that was the savagery act carried out by nasty Vampires, the egocentric delusional who preyed on lower species and thought it showed their strength, he had a century worth of blood in his blood bank, he didn't need to kill anyone for it.
He looked around the alley he had run to along with the bus the moment the honey haired girl came out of nowhere to pull the band leader out of the road. There was something about him that drew him closer to him. All he wanted to do was just play around with him but he also ended up being pulled into those crimson depths. He was sure his father would no longer be disgusted at him, imagining his fantasizing about what is supposed to be a mere meal or appetizer to some, but there was nothing mere about this man, he was built like he had fought wars alongside Greek gods and he was incredibly good looking.
He started to feel the little burning scourge in his chest and up to his throat, he took out his phone and switched it on, the time read a minute past nine, he needed to feed soon before his savage mode was turned on and he blacked out. Unlocking his phone, which was just a set of ones in four places because he was too lazy to really think of any technical set of numbers for a good password. He saw a set of number typed out on his screen, for a second, he was confused how the numbers came about till he realized it was the number of the honey-haired girl who was will the yellow-eyed guy from the Hallow band, not that they hadn't told him their name but he was too lazy to crack if brain for their names, the description he had given them was just fine by him.
He decided to take a bus, he really must have underrated how tightly knitted the brain of his victim was because he was starting to feel dizzy and he couldn't even speed run home to save himself some time before he got violent with his hunger which he was sincerely trying to avoid. To be honest, he was quite ashamed of himself, his sister mastered the state of peace even when she was starving at the age of fifteen but look at him, twenty four years old but still struggling with urges that came from hunger.
His penthouse was about a five minutes ride from the fancy club he just left and from the way he was starting to feel, he needed to find a bus right now. As if on cue, a red bus like the previous one he had disappeared with came through, a few people were boarding the bus before him, probably people going for night shifts or people leaving their evening shift, he touch the sides of his pocket but couldn't find his bus ticket, groaning slightly, he walked up the stairs of the bus to meet the bus driver who looked, African American with streaks of grey hair showing out of his blue on blue cap and uniform.
"Bus ticket kid?," the man asked in a tired voice, his face had a little wrinkle lines here and there.
"Uhm… I can't find it but I have got cash," Hakim said, bringing out a rumpled fifty dollars note and handing it to the guy. The driver looked between Hakim and the cash and stared at him in the eye.
"We don't take cash, kid, if you want to pay in cash, you could have just taken a cab," the driver said, giving him a disapproved look.
Even though he was low on energy, he was also getting irritated and triggered by the man's attitude, on a normal day were his hungry urge didn't have controls over him, he would have just come down from the bus and taken a cab but now, he was irritated and was going to take this bus whether the driver liked it or not.
He looked directly at the boss driver and dilated his eyes as he surprisingly hypnotized him way more easily than he initially did. Telling the driver to "shut the fuck up and collect his cash".
The driver collected the money from him with a smile and pocketed it, Hakim looked back to the crowd in the bus which wasn't really a crowd, just a bunch of tired-looking individuals dreading their next day, the mist had ear pods on and the ones who didn't clear didn't careless of what was conspiring between him and the driver. He went to the back seat just behind a woman who had eye bags below her eyes combing her fingers through her daughter's hair who had slept off on her laps as she stared through the window not even acknowledging that someone had just passed her.
Following suit, he sat close to the window and stared through the somewhat clear window as the lights of the city smeared into beams as they moved through the city. His eyes came across a gay couple kissing in front of a hotel with no cares in the world, one of them had brown hair reminding him of the crimson eyed man he had stumbled who happened to be a world-class superstar in the music industry, he could still remember the intensity of the gaze they shared while he was performing, he still couldn't figure what it was about him but he felt keen to know more.
He took out his phone again and went to his contact, searching for the "honey-colored hair girl" he sent a text, that was the only way they would cross paths again and at this moment, after feeding, the curiosity to know this mad was eating him out.
Me
I'm interested...