The time passed slowly, at least from Mitchell's perspective. Though it was not even an hour before he found himself in an ideal location, it felt like five hours to him. But finally, they were alone, in a dark service alley, under the guide of hunting in shadows.
He didn't take time to think about what he was doing. Thinking had always been his downfall. Once upon a time ago, he'd thought he could be human again by living in a flat with another guy, keeping a job, he'd even tried dating. But in the end, he was a vampire, and vampires were never meant to pass as human.
He moved silently, with supernatural speed. In a matter of seconds, once he'd decided this was the time and place to do it, he was on er, ripping into her soft flesh with the razor sharp points of his fangs, setting in motion the blood that would feed his insatiable hunger.