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Post by Sven Nielssen on Sept 8, 2010 21:35:35 GMT -5
(Pre-Twilight, 1980s NYC)
The situation before him was a familiar one. It had been the same one that Sven spent his last night as a human in. Boy goes to concert with girl. Vampire watches. Boy leaves to his car to get high off of whatever he stashed there, away from the crowds, but his screams muffled by the sounds of the noise. Vampire attacks and kills boy. But this time, the concert was Wham! instead of ABBA, and this time Sven wasn't that pathetic boy, but rather the strong vampire, teeth sunk deep into the flesh of the neck, letting the blood from the carotid artery come pouring into his mouth, draining the life out of the victim in his arms. He listened for that sound of the heart beat slowing to a stop before pulling himself away, feeling more satisfied now that the venomous scorching of his throat had been soothed.
Tossing the limp form over his shoulder, he carried the body away from the scene to his place of disposal for the evening. He often got bored with the typical ways of leaving the bodies behind: animal attack, car wreck, or the obvious choice for this young man, overdose. He needed to create his own bit of excitement that would make living forever stay interesting. So it was worth a little effort, and worth the short well-planned travel. Just two blocks away was a chained off construction site, easily jumped by the vampire.
"If its good enough for the mafia its good enough for me..." Sven muttered to himself with a chuckle as he effortlessly tossed the body into a parked cement mixer.
(tag Catherine)
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