You mingle with the other patrons, slowly working your way over toward the young woman you've targeted. She hasn't moved from her spot since you arrived—a wallflower if you've ever seen one. You briefly make eye contact and she looks away shyly as you approach. She's not exactly receptive, but she's not turning you away either.
This is actually the first time I've come here," she says, straining to be heard over the music. "I'm not really used to big crowds. Do you, um," She laughs at the absurdity of what she was about to say and then decides to say it anyway. "Do you come here often?
"Me too!" she says, brightening up immediately. "My parents really don't let me out that much, and definitely not clubbing. You'd think that once I started University they'd lighten up, but nope! My name's Jenny. What's yours?"
Not wanting to give your real name, you trot out a pseudonym you used to use. "Taylor," you say with a smile. "Can I get you a drink?"
She shakes her head. "I don't drink, but thanks for the offer. Wanna get out of here?"
She's surprisingly receptive. Is it your natural charm or is she so out of her element that she's latching onto the first person who shows interest? Either way, it doesn't matter. You're here to feed, not make friends. You grin, drawing her closer as you sink your fangs into her supple neck and drink deeply, mimicking the motions of a passionate make-out session for any who may be watching.
"I've never felt like this before," she moans gently as you sate your hunger. "What are you—" a shiver runs through her whole body and goosebumps form in ripples down her arms. "I—" her eyes roll back and her words turn to groans of pleasure. When you've drunk your fill and licked the wounds away, she staggers and almost falls. Not wanting to cause a scene, you help her off the main dance floor so she can recover.
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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