July 1, 2022 6am.
Getting off a night at the bar, Dominick draped his leather jacket over his shoulder. Locking up the bar, he made sure the door was locked then started walking down the street. He wanted to grab a bite to eat before heading home. He knew he’d be actually eating later on, but he was having a craving for that egg dish the mortals liked so much. The omelette, I’d he remembered the name.
He thought back to a time when he enjoyed omelettes as well, but that was a long time ago. Now, he could eat as many of them as he wanted and they wouldn’t do anything for him. The hunger he felt now could only be satisfied with blood- whether he get it from and animal or a human.
He sighed softly, shaking his head to get the thoughts of life as a mortal out of his head. He’d never be able to life like that again. Never be able to see his family or anyone related to him. He couldn’t always control his blood lu-.
His train of thought was interrupted. He let out a very small hiss mixed with a growl. The smell of blood was overwhelming. A little warlock, a little werewolf, some fae and some mortal. Some didn’t bother him and some absolutely repulsed him, but that mortal blood…. He growled again, curling his hands into fists.
While it wasn’t still pumping through the vein, which was how he preferred it, it was still relatively fresh. He stopped short of the diner, hands still curled into fists. His eyes closed, another hiss escaping his lips. Anyone who passed him, however, would here only a sharp intake of breath.
The urge to react was ridiculous. All that blood. It was a vampires heaven. It just would have been better if they’d all been alive. Finally able to calm himself down, he opened his eyes and continued to walk toward the diner. It was closed, but he could still see the aftermath.
What the hell?
Dominick had no idea what had happened, but he had a sudden urge to make sure a few of his closest friends were safe. While he hadn’t gotten a hint of their scents, he still wanted to make sure.
Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he sent out a few texts- each one saying the same thing. “Bloodbath at the diner. Are you safe?”
He hit send and took a deep breath. Then checked to make sure they’d been delivered- one to Akasha, one to Creed, one to Zannah, and one to Raven. He was sure there were others he needed to check on, but at the moment, those four were the ones on the forefront of his mind.
He had to know they were safe.
