Hunter's Choice

A drunk staggered out of the bar.  His eyes squinted in concentration as he attempted to make a weaving route down the sidewalk, unaware of a shadow following him closely behind.  Adelaide smirked.  This was easy.  Candy from a baby.  She continued after him, silently.  He wasn't going to be the finest catch, yet it was the best she could do.  She hadn't eaten anything since that twat of a vampire, and she was weak.  A drunk was all she could catch, any sober man could easily overpower her.  She glanced behind her.  They were reasonably far away from the bar.  Now was her time to strike.

She stepped from the shadows.  I'm gonna hate myself forever for doing this... But I'm too hungry. "Hey there!"  The man turned and she winked at him, "I saw you in the bar earlier.  You look like a man that knows how to handle a woman."

The man smiled drunkenly.  Maybe his luck was going up.  "Yeah, I am." His words were slurred by alcohol.

She winked again.  "Wanna come over to my place, sweetheart?"

"Sure, baby."  He attempted to look sexy, but failed miserably and ended up looking like even more of a bum.  Adelaide ignored his attempts and walked up to him and linked her arm with his.

"Come with me."  

Inside she was trying not to gag.  Oh god, I have to put my mouth on this guy.  Ugh.  Bathing is no regular pastime for this man.  She hid her disgust with a sickly sweet smile.  Her inhuman eyeteeth glistened as they walked beneath a streetlight.  Adelaide made no attempt to hide them.  This man was so drunk he wouldn't notice if a bear mauled him.  

They passed a dim alleyway and she pulled him into it, walking until they came to a dead end.  She turned to him and pressed him flat against the wall.  Her lips hovered over the drunk's.  His pursed his own, ready for make-outs.  Make-outs that would never come.

In a sudden movement she tilted her head and drove her teeth deep into his neck.  Fresh blood poured out, running warmly over her tongue and down her throat.  It tasted good, despite his filthiness.  He struggled, violently at first, but weakening as his life flowed away.  A few stray droplets escaped, splattering red on her beautiful lavender dress.  Not that she cared.

Within minutes the flow slowed.  Then it stopped altogether.  She dropped the drained shell of what once was a man.  The cops can find that later.  Adelaide stepped away and took out a handkerchief, daintily wiping the blood from her face.  It felt good to be full again.  She smiled at the body one last time.  "Thanks, sweetheart."