Tristan awoke ravenous. After returning to his lair and securing his captive, Erika, he'd had to escape the sun and get some rest. It had taken all of his self control to do nothing but succumb to the daylight and escape to the darkness of his rooms. A part of him had ached for her. A part of him had hungered for the taste of her blood, to sink his teeth into the skin of her neck between jaw and shoulder and drink his fill. But that was not his long term goal. No, that would silence the need only temporarily and then all of his planning would have been for naught.
But still, now that the sun was once again setting, and before visiting his new house guest, he needed to quench his appetite.
The vampire knew exactly what he thirsted for. He wanted what he had hunted before. Erika was a prize well earned, but before the girl, he’d had an angry obsession. Even before he’d been turned, he held anger towards this particular prey. Because as a child, Tristan had been the prey. He’d always vowed revenge. The face may be different, but the game was the same.
The monastery was secluded in the desert. Several of the clergy came and went attending various retreats or studies. At least, that was the show. But Tristan knew better from experience in his youth. More went on behind the cloth then what was at face value. This was not Tristan's first taste of this particular meal, nor would it be the last. In truth, it was a favorite of this vampire.
He’d been trailing the hospital chaplain for days. The vampire had waited and studied. He saw the morals broken. He bore witness to the sins committed. This priest was not what he professed to his sheep. Tristan had filed that all away until the time was right.
Now was that time. Now Tristan had a powerful fire inside that could only be cooled by blood. Unholy blood.
The priest was just returning from town. Night had fallen, and of course the clergy used the cover of darkness just as the vampires and demons did. On this night, however, the man of the cloth would become victim.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” Tristan leapt upon the priest on the dark path between the parking lot and the chapel and his hunger was quenched.