Mason was very confused. No so long ago, he was still a mortal. In fact that was barely a week ago. And even though, he managed to understand two of the most important rules of vampiric survival (namely staying away from the sun and drinking blood), he was still dangerously ignorant of what Kindred life entailed.
He felt kind of hungry, hunting was still very difficult for him. Even though his heart was not beating, he could feel the pulsating blood in his veins growing dangerously thin. It was time for dinner. But where could he find someone to sink his teeth into ? While he was pondering the idea, he came across a bar.
The name 'Trax' was spelled in worn out painted letter (a bad job by the way) and the place seemed to be a haven for all kind of low lifes. It could be dangerous, but it could also mean an opportunity to feed. Maybe one of the patron would leave the rat hole a bit drunk and vulnerable. And if he or she happened to be roughed up a little by Mason ... well that's life for you. Also, maybe this would not leave a blip in the police's radar considering the neighbourhood,which was always a plus.
The bar had already a few customer drinking and talking around. Somehow, Mason felt uneasy, without knowing exactly why. He seized up the environment, checking for ways in and ways out and ,in an effort to act normal,, walked toward the bar to to order a drink. He had nine dollars and seventy cents, hopefully enough to buy a beer. He sat on a stool and called for the bartender.
'' Hi Dude, how much for a beer ? "
Actually, he didn't know that if he did drink a beer, he would actually throw it up a bit later. While calling for the bartender and waiting for his drink, he discreetly watched all the other patrons in the bar, looking for the right victim to drain. Mason was still feeling very uneasy, scared even. What the fuck was wrong with him ? He tried to keep his cool and not show any sign of weakness. Hopefully, he would feed soon.
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1 sux to avoid being caught!
