For Secrecy Sake ((Annalisa))
Posted: 18 Mar 2015, 04:26
The nights were slowly growing warming, the crisp air reminding the vampires of Harper Rock that Spring was just around the corner. And with Spring came longer days for the human population, taking away a couple vitals hours. Perhaps it wasn't that big of a deal to the vampires that had lived for a full year in an area where all four seasons occurred. But, Ali had to think it effected them in some way or another. When so many depended on the darkness of night to protect them, that change threw everything out of balance.
At least, Aliyah felt that way as she walked the streets in search of her next meal. Even though Dhara had long since moved out and taken the threat of vampire and human scrutiny, alike, with her, it had become a habit to never bring her dinner home. And even now, the blonde doubted that Forsyth would have appreciated it, either. His lack of ability to feed from human flesh confused and irritated her most days, but she couldn't control the way he lived. As long as he fed and kept himself healthy per vampire standards, that was all she cared about. It was all she had a right to care about, outside of maintaining the Masquerade. And as a first time sire, she had done pretty well at it, thus far.
Her body screamed at her, begging for rest. Usually, she would have returned to the apartment and spent the rest of the night curled up with a book, most likely against Forsyth as he worked. It was a content laziness, and one that she wasn't all that eager to change. But, every once and awhile, she needed to spend the whole night in the streets. Along with completing her usual routine activities, mingling among the humans kept her sane. Most of the time. When the streets were packed at night, it was a different story, as her very sensitive hearing took over and overwhelmed her with more information that her mind was equipped to handle.
Thankfully, tonight was a fairly calm night, with most of the Harper Rock's human population safely tucked away in their beds. As usual, there were those that walked around and those third shift workers, but Ali tended to avoid anyone she felt could be missed. She had never killed a human from feeding on them, that she knew of, but she knew the effects their bites took. They wandered around in a daze, and when they awoke, their knowledge of the events leading up to it were nonexistent. And that left families or friends to worry when they didn't return home. And Ali didn't play those kinds of games. It was a paranoia, but one she had no intentions of fixing.
As she came around the corner, she paused, her eyes falling onto a rather drunk individual. He appeared to be in his mid-40s, and from the rather expensive looking suit, a businessman. And he looked down on his luck. Maybe he was going through a divorce, or his wife cheated, or he had blown away all his money on gambling...but for that reason, the blonde decided he was going to be her meal ticket for the night. The fact that he was already drunk would only make the endeavour that much easier. So, she set out across the street, coming to a stop before him, her eyes narrowing at the overpowering smell of alcohol. His blood would taste awful, but it would make for an easy hunt.
Rather than coax him to her with words, she took his arm and dragged him down an alley, slapping a hand to his mouth to prevent any screams. Her movements were silent and efficient, the shadows of the alley growing darker as she manipulated them to her benefit. Confident that she was hidden well enough to avoid any passing eyes, she brought her face down to the male's neck, listening to the throbbing pulse of his blood. And a moment later, her fangs pierced his skin, her arms closing tightly around him as he attempted to struggle. The attempts weakened in seconds, and soon he was limp in her arms, her fangs deep in his neck.
At least, Aliyah felt that way as she walked the streets in search of her next meal. Even though Dhara had long since moved out and taken the threat of vampire and human scrutiny, alike, with her, it had become a habit to never bring her dinner home. And even now, the blonde doubted that Forsyth would have appreciated it, either. His lack of ability to feed from human flesh confused and irritated her most days, but she couldn't control the way he lived. As long as he fed and kept himself healthy per vampire standards, that was all she cared about. It was all she had a right to care about, outside of maintaining the Masquerade. And as a first time sire, she had done pretty well at it, thus far.
Her body screamed at her, begging for rest. Usually, she would have returned to the apartment and spent the rest of the night curled up with a book, most likely against Forsyth as he worked. It was a content laziness, and one that she wasn't all that eager to change. But, every once and awhile, she needed to spend the whole night in the streets. Along with completing her usual routine activities, mingling among the humans kept her sane. Most of the time. When the streets were packed at night, it was a different story, as her very sensitive hearing took over and overwhelmed her with more information that her mind was equipped to handle.
Thankfully, tonight was a fairly calm night, with most of the Harper Rock's human population safely tucked away in their beds. As usual, there were those that walked around and those third shift workers, but Ali tended to avoid anyone she felt could be missed. She had never killed a human from feeding on them, that she knew of, but she knew the effects their bites took. They wandered around in a daze, and when they awoke, their knowledge of the events leading up to it were nonexistent. And that left families or friends to worry when they didn't return home. And Ali didn't play those kinds of games. It was a paranoia, but one she had no intentions of fixing.
As she came around the corner, she paused, her eyes falling onto a rather drunk individual. He appeared to be in his mid-40s, and from the rather expensive looking suit, a businessman. And he looked down on his luck. Maybe he was going through a divorce, or his wife cheated, or he had blown away all his money on gambling...but for that reason, the blonde decided he was going to be her meal ticket for the night. The fact that he was already drunk would only make the endeavour that much easier. So, she set out across the street, coming to a stop before him, her eyes narrowing at the overpowering smell of alcohol. His blood would taste awful, but it would make for an easy hunt.
Rather than coax him to her with words, she took his arm and dragged him down an alley, slapping a hand to his mouth to prevent any screams. Her movements were silent and efficient, the shadows of the alley growing darker as she manipulated them to her benefit. Confident that she was hidden well enough to avoid any passing eyes, she brought her face down to the male's neck, listening to the throbbing pulse of his blood. And a moment later, her fangs pierced his skin, her arms closing tightly around him as he attempted to struggle. The attempts weakened in seconds, and soon he was limp in her arms, her fangs deep in his neck.