Who: Drake What: Having dinner Where: Random apartment When: Mid afternoon Rating: R (mature) Status: closed, complete.
Sure, taunting King was fun, but it could only be entertaining for so long. The thirst was upon him, and one simply wouldn't do. Drake could sense if people were sick, on drugs, or anything else. Not that diseases effected him, but he did find it effected the taste of the blood. So he walked up and down the streets, watching and waiting for the perfect candidate to come along.
It took a few hours, but a pretty little brunette walked in. She worked there. His eyes followed her for about an hour, watching everywhere she went, what she got. His brow raised at a few purchases that made it obvious she had a child at home. Two for one, excellent. She disappeared into a small house and that was when he made his move, slipping in silently.
Not long after the sound of a shower came on and he grinned. This was going to be easier than he thought.
It wasn't even half an hour later he left the house. No noise had been made so no one was alerted at all. But inside the house lay a gruesome scene. A mother, lie dead on the shower floor, really was quite awful. The babysitter fared no better. Her mangled corpse lie on the couch, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. And well, the worst of all was the crib. Though the horror wasn't obvious until you were close enough to peek inside.
A treacherous smile stretched across the vampires face as he walked down the street without a care in the world. Surely that tragic scene would be on the news very soon. He only wondered how authorities would describe what happened and what was the excuse.