Eliot moved through the club careful not to draw too much attention and keeping his eyes on the mark. A girl around his age, she seemed new to the whole club scene and her friends were with other men but not her. He carefully made eye contact and smiled. Perfect... The predator mused to him self, she smiled back he was sure not to go hungry tonight. "Evening, sweetheart would you like to dance?" He asked such words used to not come easy to him but that hunger in the bottom of his stomach changed him. Eliot would do anything to make that hunger disappear, every night he dreamed of a normal life but sometimes he had those red dreams. The dreams where the beast spoke to him. Something about those dreams scared him, but the whole feral hunger he felt and the hunt excited him. He was told when he met the others that if he fucked up he was done, Eliot intended for that not to happen.
The truth was evident when they hit the dance floor, dazzled by lights, and the synthetic beat struggling to move he had never been a good dancer. But he learned from his fellow kindred that this could turn to an advantage. He seemed shy at his lack of finesse, in fact he felt kind of embarrassed each time when he hit the floor. But each time he did such things his meal was next to guaranteed, humans were social creatures which made them easy to exploit, or so he was told. The song was done and he would do the same dance, leaning forward he whispered into the woman's ear inviting her outside. He had done this dance for several months now and practically had it down to a ritual. "Let's give your friends something to talk about..." Eliot asked while looking back to the girls friends and to the isolated morsel before him.
It took her an eternity but she nodded, he took her hand and lead her into the moonlight. They spoke of many things, politics, a future, and then lastly that is when they kissed. A romantic waltz which would lead to a midnight snack, which was the case until the cellphone rang. Impulsively he picked it up, it was Beatrice. That was when the girl got defensive she pushed him back and looked at Eliot. "Who is that!?" She asked him, Eliot stammered but he did not tell her but it was evident that Eliot will not be feeding tonight. Not trusting his words she left him, that was when the phone rang again. A rage took over for a moment, he felt flustered and hungry. That was when he answered placing the phone in talking distance he sounded angry. "What?" He asked, no hello, no darling how are you but what.
"Eliot are you alright, I have not seen you in like two weeks you sound upset." Catching him self Eliot took in a deep breath out of habit, feeling the anger did not subside. "I am fine, nothing is the matter at all, I was just in the middle of sleeping when you called me at fucking midnight!" He snapped, she was silent but for some reason he did not feel guilty. She did not understand that hunger that hit him, how it felt to go a night without feeding. She would never understand, on the phone she sounded hurt. "Why are you talking to me like this, what is going on? Are you on drugs?" The last thing he needed was a fucking intervention. "Sorry, sweetheart just stressed you know school and stuff. How about we get dinner tomorrow night and talk you can yell at me back." She sounded quiet for a moment and agreed, but now Eliot had to get a midnight snack.
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