Hunger Pangs

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel was starving.

No, really.

If asked, the vampire would swear he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spending time with Holly was akin to fasting at a dinner table piled with sizzling, juicy steaks. He jogged to his car with the biggest ‘fang boner’ of his life, his face morphing into demonic features and remaining as such for the entirety of the drive into Las Vegas, where he hoped to arrive in time for the casinos to unleash drunken, giddy tourists onto the sidewalk. He parked his car and struck out on foot.

Where, where, where are you going? Get your game face on. Not that one, the pretty one.

Great. Now he talked to himself.

Screw it. He didn’t have the patience for sweet talk. He abandoned the casino plan and swung into a parking garage stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Sooner or later, a woman who dressed like an extra from Knots Landing would toddle to her car, inebriated and ripe for the sucking. Daniel stopped on level four and meandered between the parked automobiles, in search of one with the hallmarks of womanhood: lipstick tube, emery board, hairbrush. He shielded his eyes and peered into the driver’s side window of a silver Miata.

[Thread: Open to Theresa]

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[tiny_dancer81]

Malcolm turned out to be an architect who worked for a firm in Dallas, and he had a half-decent body under his suit, so Theresa left him off easy and gave him a number where he could reach her if he wanted to party again. He was going to be in town for another week, and she was going to need a sugar daddy to buy her things and give her money if she wanted to get a roof over her head. She had her eye on a suite at The Hart, which was where she'd gone with Malcolm, but that cost plenty of dough. There was a reason she pandered to the over-fifty crowd.

She was in the parking deck looking at the cars and wondering if she'd be able to get a date for that night. It was good in a weird sort of way that she'd been turned so young, because it ensured that she'd never get old and used up on the streets. Maybe if she pretended to be lost, some kind soul would take pity on her. She'd done it before.

There was a black Lincoln double-parked on the fourth level, and Theresa smiled to herself when she saw the doctor's insignia on the license plate. She could use a doctor. Even if he was balding. She circled the car, spotted the brown-haired dude scoping out a Miata. The vampire's eyebrows went up.

"Don't tell me. You lost your keys."

[daniel_stacy]

“That’s a strong word,” he said.

What was Holly? She was girl who called a spade a spade; whether screwing around was just for fun or going to be a repeat occurrence, he had no doubt she’d tell him, and well as how many other guys were on her call list. Guys he would want to strangle, just because… well, that’s what you did. You got a mental picture immediately followed by the urge to bash its head in.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll let the lady keep her anonymity. It’s a small world. Maybe she doesn’t want people knowing she climbed on a guy who’s room temperature.”

Sure, that, and he had struck gold; he wasn’t going to go telling everyone its whereabouts.

“What about you? Ever date a human?” Because he needed to know if that was as odd as it seemed.

[daniel_stacy]

“Unschooled,” he said. “Story of my life.”

Daniel had gotten through private school on a wink and a nudge and a check to the right foundation. Then he slogged through six pricey, yet ultimately fruitless, years of college on a Communications major and a transcript full of C’s and D’s: the grades you got for showing up, more or less.

Yes, Daniel was a survivor, too… the truly pitiful kind. The cockroach who never quite got stomped out.

“Well, I’m more of a common sense kind of guy, anyway,” he declared. “As long as I don’t light myself on fire or fall asleep on a park bench at 5 a.m., I’ll be alright.”