He sat at the bar and stared at the young girl playing darts across the room with her friend. I watched as he twirled his half filled glass of beer; feigning interest. He wasn't interested in alcohol tonight. It was all part of his act. Picking up his neglected beer, he swallowed a third of it and then placed it down and walked across the room towards the girls. The man was mid 20-ish and dressed rather finely. His hair was salon styled and his shirt was half opened exposing his chest. He walked over to the girls and said hello; introducing himself. His rugged good looks automatically earned him the girl's trust. I had watched him play this game for several nights and it was always the same. A bit of small talk, he'd tell some lame joke and the girls would giggle. He'd offer to buy the girls some drinks, which they would accept gleefully. When they'd partially drank some of their beverage they'd travel, in packs as always, to the ladies room to gossip. Just why do they go to the ladie's room in pairs, I wonder? Ahhh .... the mysteries of the fairer sex. As they depart the table and leave for the establishment's facilities, he'd watch them with eagerness. From his pocket he'd draw a vial and unceremoniously place a drop of two of the liquid inside the girl's drinks without any of his fellow patrons knowing. I snicker to myself as he does this. The girls would return a few minutes later and without knowing, sip from their tainted drinks. Its nearly over now. An hour or two of small talk mixed with one or two more drinks and they would be theirs. Giggling, the girls make some excuse to leave, and rather sneakily, the man invites himself along. Casually, I step up from my table and place some money for the waitress. I step outside the door and spy the group across the street. Silently, I cross the street to follow.
They travel a few blocks to a dormitory of the local college. Smiling, I admire the ease at which he has lured his prey, almost to the point of respect ... almost. They enter the building and I stand silently outside as a darkened second story window suddenly becomes lit and the beat of Type O Negative plays throbbingly through the girls stereo. I spy a tree nearby and with ease I leap to a limb; providing me with a view of the girls room.
I watch from outside as I spy him dancing with one of the girls; a petite brunette. I look across the room and spy the redhead sitting sprawled on the couch, her eyes glazed. A bottle of wine and partially drunk glass sit on a nearby table. The brunette feels woozy and starts to sit down, within minutes, she is asleep. I watch with interest as he goes from girl to girl and undresses them. He lifts the brunette over on the couch next to the redhead. He then removes his pants and goes to work. First he screws the redhead, then the brunette. Once finished, I watch as he rummages through the girl's purses and takes some money from them. He open's the door to leave and, before he shuts the door, blows a kiss at the two unconcious women.
A few minutes later, I spy him leaving the dorm and whistling as he walks away. Jumping down from the tree, I follow. He walks back towards the bars and clubs as the distance between us shortens. He walks past an alleyway and I see my chance. Leaping towards the alleyway, I grab him by the collar and drag him down to the end of the alleyway. As he is a well built individual, he struggles mightily but to no avail. He cannot break my grip on him. With one arm, I lift him off his feet and up against the wall. He wimpers and begs for his life. He reaches into his wallet with the promise of money. His courage draining, his wallet fumbles from his hands and falls to a puddle of oil on the floor of the alleyway. Deciding to play with him some more, I toss him across the alley. His body slams into a nearby wall and he crumbles to the ground. I walk over to his crumpled body. Without my seeing it, he strikes me hard in my midsection and follows it with a blow to my head. I feign falling to the ground. He stands and kicks me violently in my ribs, shouting "I'm Tony Martel, you don't Fuck with me, asshole." He stands over me and I let him punch me once in the face. His aggression is impressive and I allow him to hit me once more. He reaches back once more to hit me. Before his fist can impact with my face, I intercept it with my free hand. Applying force, I squeeze his hand and hear the bones in his fist pop and crack. He screams in agony and I slap him with my free hand; the force of which knocks him backwards into some nearby trashcans creating a clatter. Walking with menacing intent, I stand over him, my rage and hunger building as I say, "I'm a vampire! You don't Fuck with me, asshole!" I twist his head violently to the right and my fangs sink into the flesh of his throat. I drink hurriedly and the rush of blood makes my head dizzy. His struggles diminish and his body grows limp. I drop his now-dead form onto the dirt and grime of the alleyway. From my coat I draw a knife and slice his throat over my wound; much better to draw the police away from me this way. I walk over to where he had dropped his wallet and remove his money. 43 dollars. What a waste. I pocket the money in my jacket pocket and walk nonchalantly out of the alleyway. As I walked away I remember something my mother told me eons ago, "there is always a bigger fish in the sea." I laugh at this as the night enshrouds me.
The hunter had become the hunted.
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