Thread: Creature of the Night (PatientOne & MetalMelissa)

By night the Parco delle Cascine was dimly lit. Stylised electric lights designed after old oil lamps stood atop black-painted poles along the main walkways, but elsewhere there was only the light of the moon and stars to aid one's path through the park. The fog here was lighter than in some other areas of the city, but still the Earth's celestial night lights were seen hazily from the ground, and about the street lights the fog gave the impression of a ghostly ectoplasm clinging to the tops of the poles. Splendid by sunlight, the park took on a seedier character by night drug-dealers and prostitutes gathered here, a walking embodiment of much that was wrong the socio-political outlook of Firenze and the Western world at large. Little more than an hour remained before the strike of midnight when the Cappella Bianca ripper stepped through one of the lesser entrances to the park and cut a swathe through the fog. There was a freshly-washed lustre to her long, dark hair, and its ends bounced lightly about her shoulders as she walked, white high heels clicking softly on the paving stones. Likewise, the end of her fur-lined, knee-length jacket swished softly around her legs, smooth and lean, and bare to the cool night air. She didn't feel the cold the way she used to she was aware of it, certainly, but she no longer felt the spread of chill throughout her body, or felt the urge to wrap up and get indoors. Her flesh didn't even break out in goose pimples anymore. Past the park's miniature amphitheatre, where in the evenings one would frequently find renditions of Shakespearean, Sophoclean, or Euripidean plays, to name a few, she found a quaint floral garden lined with wooden benches and stone risings in which various floral arrangements were laid. At its centre, a short, wide fountain stood, its quiet babbling blending in with the muted sounds of the city that carried through the tall trees around the park's perimeter, and across the open spaces between there and here. She spied two others in close proximity a young man who offered to sell her drugs she ignored him entirely, and another young woman clad so scantily that she too must have been in search of male clientle. Taking up a position diagonally opposite the other womanplacing the entire space of the garden between themshe leaned back against one of the stone risings and bent her right knee, placing the sole of her heeled foot against its front. There she lit up a cigarette and lay in wait, her jacket open to bare the short, low-cut red dress she wore beneath. The garment was form-fitting, snugly clinging to the gentle curve of her breasts and hips, and its hem barely covered her ass. The first man to pass ignored the advances of both she and the other woman, and despite her best efforts to cajole them a young couple also passed through the garden and off into the night. She tried her luck with a group of young men, and though they flirted with her they did no more, explaining that they were on their way to a bar. The young vampire grit her teeth and returned to her post, but she could feel her patience wearing thin. She needed to feed, felt the hunger weaken her, irritate her. This wasn't how it felt to go too long without a regular high, though the irritability was certainly similar. It occurred to her that the blood wasn't so much a drug as it was sustenance, and that without it she would only grow weaker and weaker. She'd need to kill more regularly than beforeperhaps even nightly. She might need to move city, or find somewhere that she could hole up and keep a meal for days at a time, slowly draining them until their veins were dry. The vestiges of Aurelia Krupskaya despaired once more at what she'd become, but the vampiric hunger was greater. She scanned her environment once more, considered luring her fellow streetwalker into the bushes, and finally settled her gaze on the young man who had offered her drugs. He wore baggy jeans and a zip-front hoodie, and a banged up skateboard lay at his feet. His face, unshaven and pock-marked even from a distance, was illuminated by the light of phone into which he was typing a message. It didn't occur to her that she ought not to have been able to pick out the details of his face this clearly in the dim light her only thought was of the veins and arteries in his neck, and the strength-sapping hunger that screamed within her. The man looked up when she approached, and she smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly. Changed your mind? he asked. She smirked. Maybe. What you got? He shrugged, and drew himself upright. At full height he was no taller than she was, even an inch or two shorter owing to her heels. He glanced askance before answering her. Coke, speed, hash, he told her. How much for just a bump? Just a bump? he asked, arching an eyebrow. She smiled in response, nodded slowly, and took another step closer to him. Just a bump. I promise I'll make it worth your while. Ges , you must be desperate, the man laughed. His gave her all the information she needed to know. Just be quiet and follow me. She led him only a few feet behind the tree line, pressed her red-painted lips to his, and wasted little time in unbuttoning his jeans. His manhood was semi-erect, but grew quickly in her hand as she began to tug on him, pushing his trousers down and letting them fall around his ankles. Just a few yards away someone passed into the garden, but she paid them no more heed than a brief glance in the direction of their footsteps. Just a bump? he asked again, moaning as she worked her hand along his burgeoning length. Shut up and turn around. He did so, his hips straining as she stroked his now fully-erect penis, its heat in her hand a stark contrast to the chill air around them. She stood behind him now, tightened her grip and leaned in to kiss his neck, to feel the heat of his flesh against her lips, and to smile and bare her fangs. This time there was no blacking out, and no rage. This time she felt in control, even as she bowed to the hunger. One hand stroking the dealer's stiff cock, she brought her other to his face and turned his head to one side, baring his neck so that she might lean in and sink her fangs into his flesh.