@guywiththegun // Ash ;;
So this one wasn’t very subtle.
It started nicely. He’d taken the guy on a date...or what could be construed as a date. They’d walked all the shops, sat on the beach, snuck into a movie, all that ‘date’ stuff. Marko wasn’t usually so nice to his meals, but this one was endearing. Kinda cute. Goofy. Reminded him a little of Paul.
But when it came time to chow down...there was some mistake. A miscalculation. He thought he had the kid. They were in some trailer park, behind a rustbucket mobile home painted a crude mint green with indoor paint. They were both getting handsy, leaning on an old lawn chair and making out. Marko saw it in his eyes - his head was fuzzy. He didn’t even notice when Marko let his fangs drop, his eyes glow gold and crimson, his face warp into a horrifying monstrocity.
But when he bit down all bets were off. He started screaming, no - squealing. Kicking. Flailing. Marko could barely hold onto him. He unclamped his jaw from the boy’s neck until he huffed an angry sigh, got a better, hold, and snapped his neck. Quickly, he tried to lap up as much blood as he could get before the poison of death set in.
