#athan;start

Athan hummed a soft tone as he attempted to tune his bass guitar, strumming the thick wire strings with one hand with the other fiddled with the pegs. With a huff, he ceases his attempts, flickering his gaze toward the latter, who was minding their own business on the other side of the room, or so he assumed. “Hey, I’m not really in the mood for this. I’m starving, and I want to go out.” Athan wasn’t sure how they ended up at his place, but these walls were slowly suffocating him. “You can come with me if you want, or you can stay here. It’s up to you.”

The males sharp eyes scanned every inch of the boisterous club, in hopes to find his next pray, or companion for the evening- depending if the evening works out in his favor, of course. Athan ran the tip of his tongue along his sharp carnies, stopping when he spots a lone dancer in the center of the crowd. She swayed to the beat of the music, though she was a little off. He could tell that she must have indulged in a few drinks before dancing. A cheeky grin curls upward as he began to approach the female, their eyes meeting for the first each others. She watched his every move until he stood directly in front of her, “Pardon my intrusion, but I hope a lady such as yourself wouldn’t mind dancing with a fellow like me.”

Athan retracted his fangs, tongue peaking out to lap up the small dribble of blood that seeped out of the two puncture wound. He smirk against the smooth skin before peppering small kisses along the narrow neck. “You taste so good.”

Athan glided through the eery night streets; the city was a quiet murmur of minuscule car traffic and animated teens. His thirst was aching to be quenched; Athan’s sharp eye’s spotted a young male venturing down a dark alleyway. With a swift movements, he was behind the male, a pale hand quickly covering males mouth. Athan’s lips traced the shell of the males ear as he whispered, “Stay still, and be quiet. This will be over quickly.” His lips traveled down the males narrow neck, tongue poking out to lick the junction; Athan’s fangs sharpened before piercing through the smooth skin.