Fantasy Things That Go Bump in the Night

[Taigakitt]

Boisterous laughing caught the hungry predator's attention. The location had come from the only bar in town. Keenan had only been passing by, and only stopped because of the pinching in his empty stomach. Keenan was a tall figure, standing at almost six feet tall. He was lanky, but had a muscular tone to his body. He wore his wavy, white hair back into a ponytail. This small town was quaint, somewhere easy to hide. Maybe he'd stop for a few nights. Hidden in the darkness, watching from afar, he found his target. Finally, someone had left on their own. A malicious smile spread across the pale face of the predator. He followed silently, hoping to find a spot that would be perfect to take his prey.

The drunkard stopped at a playground, sitting himself on a swing. His head was sloshing as he gently rocked. Keenan stalked up to the man, hungry, black eyes fixated on the throat of his prey. Stopped behind him, the smell of alcohol reached his nose. Well, he couldn't be picky about his blood choice right now. He was on the run and couldn't afford to not eat... Even if this blood would make him act a little strange.

An arm wrapped around the body of the drunk man, pinning him to his chest so he couldn't flail his arms. Keenan's other hand held the man's mouth, so he couldn't make any loud noises to draw attention. Sharp teeth sunk into the soft flesh of the neck.

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