nightly escapades

The snap of her neck was almost poetical. The sound made me think of the first beat of a human drum machine. My fangs retracted now, leaving two sweet drops of blood on my lips. I swallowed. Why i killed her? because it felt natural tonight. Other nights i might have left her in a trash-can alive and only drained for some face colour. She was a low life anyway, a street girl hanging around pubs wanting beer from men. I paid her beer alright. he he. but she made my night so why not. How stupid some humans are. Her blood tasted bitter, I sensed it too late. She had a boob-job done to make those beers come over the bar quicker and to distract attention from an ugly remodelled face. Some samples of silicone was in the blood, polluting it. Hm, that might be the reason i killed her after all. She polluted my food. Her face looks better now. All white and without any red. The rouge is comical indeed. I drop her to the ground. Smiles and venture down the street. Well girl, i hope the beer tasted good.