Vampires Will Never Hurt You
He had a method to feeding. Find someone unsuspecting, lure them home, have a little fun, and drink. Never enough to matter, but enough to keep going. He wasn’t one of those savages that would just drain someone and toss them aside. People had other people to care about them, and doing that brought unwanted attention, so it was easier to feed more often than ring attention. Let it be known that Sebastian Moran was not a savage, and took care of his food. They always came back willingly, and never knew they were donating blood. It was fun for both parties involved, and no one died.
Tonight was no different from any other feeding night. He’d gone out, looking for someone who was interested in him, probably for sex, and who interested him, as food. Tonight’s location was some gay bar a few blocks from his flat, one he’d become known as a regular at, and always took someone home from. He slid into a stool at the bar, surveying the other patrons.
