Donning a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, Albert was ready to feed. With a smile on his face, he strolled out of his haven. As he hopped into his Scion tC, and drove into the communal hunting grounds. Sawyer considered calling upon the sole member of his herd - Lynnette Mejia. Though he ultimately decided against it as he was already on his way and didn't feel like persuading her to let him come over.
Such was his luck. He drove past Fremont Park and spotted a pair of young women loudly yammering incoherently - his assessment was as they were intoxicated. The neonate sighed and shook his head. He hated to prey upon the Kine when they were not sober - that was exactly how he lost his life. It was an eternal reminder for him.
None the less, self-preservation took precedence over all other matters, and feeling guilty for feeding on easy targets was at the bottom of the list. He strode casually toward them.
Whatever it was, something frightened the pair. One began shrieking, "Oooh myyy Gaaaawwwdaa! Get aaawaaaayuuuhhh!"
Albert looked behind him and realized he was the only other individual in the vicinity. Just when things were going so well. "God damn it," he quietly cursed at himself. Without a word further he simply turned on his heel 180 degrees and walked away. Snake eyes. The pair were still hollering at him as he widened the distance.
He took a winding route back hoping to avoid them spotting him. Albert was not to be defeated as far as he was concerned. He knew the railway system would have a sleeping hobo somewhere.
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Indeed there was someone laying in an alleyway outside of the station. He decided to take out his frustration for his earlier failing upon this hapless mortal - it would just require a bit more finesse. With a quick stride he crossed the street. He looked around for any would be intruders.
With caution he approached - knowing the street urchins would sometimes pretend to be asleep only to mug passersby. Indeed the man was asleep on a man - apparently he some sort of backpacker. Sorry pal, this just isn't your night.
He sank his fangs into the man's neck and drank deeply, taking in the euphoria is placating his hunge. After retracting from the victim's vein, he noticed the man had been concealing a glass tube under his jacket. He licked the wound to conceal the evidence of his feeding and placed his hand on the unconscious body. Still a pulse, faint as it was, that was all that mattered.
Albert walked back to his car and drove home.
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