You wait around in the shadowy periphery of the construction site. If you've learned anything about Ottawa in the decades that you've stayed here, it's that you can always count on city construction crews to take more breaks than any reasonable mortal would find necessary. And just as if they were waiting for you, they split up into clusters, most opening sandwich bags or grabbing a smoke break. One of them is puffing on a particularly pungent cigar which seems to put off his fellow workers, so he stalks off into the park to enjoy it alone. You do so love it when your victims self-select.
"What the hell?" he grunts as you grab him from behind and attempt to wrestle him into the bushes. It takes more effort than you expected to subdue the man. He may have the body of a laborer, but he's been up working all night. In the end, he's no match for your undead strength.
You sink your fangs into his neck, being careful to only delicately puncture and not rip the skin as his struggles lessen and eventually he relaxes in your grip. He's certain to be found within the next fifteen minutes or so when the break ends, and you don't want stories coming out about mutilated construction workers on the morning newscasts. There…you finish up and lick the small puncture wounds clean and then prop him up on the nearest bench. If you're lucky, his buddies will just think that their coworker's pungent cigar packed more of a punch than he expected and made him feel ill. Delirious. Either way, you'll be long gone by the time they find him.
Your appetite largely sated for the moment, you decide to move on, always aware that there's a Hunger for more that you can never fully extinguish.
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