Gavin’s alarm clock went off at 7:30 PM, just after sunset. Not that it mattered, with the heavy curtains drawn closed. The fluorescent lights in the room were linked to the alarm and the Bose Surround Sound system blasted "Turn My Swag On” by Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em. Gavin sat up in his massive, circular bed and stretched his arms high above his head.<br/><br/>It was the day that blood donors were arriving and Gavin was very hopeful that perhaps one of these new recruits would be worthy of becoming his branded pet. Though he’d never admit it out loud, he envied Dante his relationship with Dominique. Perhaps this was the day he’d find something or someone worth living for.<br/><br/>Gavin went through his morning routine at Vamp-Speed. Showering, brushing his teeth, styling his hair, shaving and splashing on aftershave in the span of only a few thin moments. The one part of his routine that he never rushed through, however, was the task of selecting his clothes for the evening. Gavin walked into his massive closet, larger than most studio apartments.<br/><br/>Gavin held articles of clothing up to his body in the mirror, laying out ones that he liked on the island at the center of the closet, layering items together to see how they paired. Eventually, he opted to dress for the season, with an Oversized Cashmere Turtleneck and a jet-black Armani leisure suit (http://www.beautifulclothings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/1307784025-98.jpg). He finished the look with Perry Ellis loafers and a pair of cashmere socks and a matching beanie of the same material as his sweater and socks. As always, he slipped a long silver chain over his head, it hurt him less through the fabric around his neck, but still weighed on him heavily.<br/><br/>With his look finally completed to his satisfaction, Gavin made his way downstairs to the main living area, where the dregs of this catch were waiting to be disposed of. Gavin was glad that he’d arrived before Lolita, she was always so greedy in her bloodlust, she rarely left any prey for him when she was the first to arrive. Though as always, he was a step or two behind Dante who had already extracted the likely candidates and moved them down to the basement.<br/><br/>Taking his time, Gavin made his way over to the line of blindfolded mortals, all eager and waiting for their chance to impress, none realizing that they’d failed already. None knowing that they were already dead.<br/><br/>Gavin walked up to a young, light-skinned, black woman; he slid the blindfold gently from her eyes and looked deep into them. She was shaking slightly, but would have been far more terrified if she knew what her fate was to be.<br/><br/>“What’s your name?” Gavin asked softly, leaning in to smell her neck, breathing in the scent of her blood.<br/><br/>“M-Monique, Sir.” The girl trembled.<br/><br/>As soon as Monique spoke up, Gavin lunged forward, his fangs distending with an audible pop. He sank his teeth deep into the soft flesh of her neck, piercing her veins and flooding his mouth with a glut of free flowing blood. She let go of a half-hearted cry, but it held a hint of gratification and arousal in the brief sound, as Gavin snaked his tongue over her flesh and into the holes left by his fangs.<br/><br/>Her blood tasted like coffee, but not good coffee. It was more like the pot of coffee that had been left on the warmer for too long and was burned on the bottom of the pot. No wonder she hadn’t made the cut. After the bleeding slowed, Gavin lifted his face and spat the last bit of blood in his mouth onto the carpeted floor.<br/><br/>“You taste like shit, Monique.” Gavin said, his voice stern with just a hint of impatience.<br/><br/>Monique opened her mouth to reply, tears already welling in her brown eyes, but before she could make the first syllable of her apology, excuse or whatever pathetic attempt she was going to make at saving her own life, Gavin’s hands were on her face.<br/><br/>Gavin’s thumbs slid into her mouth, parking on the roof, just behind her molars. His index fingers went up her nose and his middle fingers sank slowly through the dense jelly of her eyes. She was screaming now, wailing at the top of her lungs as the pink mush of her once lovely eyes dripped down her face. Under his designer clothing, Gavin’s muscles tensed for just a second as he pulled his hands apart, the way one opens up window curtains.<br/><br/>Monique’s lips were the first to split open, followed by the tip of her nose, and then a chasm down the center of her face ripped open wide. Lastly, her skull gave way and burst open with a loud, sickening “Crack!”. Her teeth shot forward out of her head in that same moment, raining down over Gavin’s expensive outfit on their way to the floor.<br/><br/>With his fangs bared and his face showered in blood, Gavin breathed heavily of the intoxicating smell of fresh blood. He dipped his face into the canoe that was once Monique’s face and slurped loudly at the blood that was pooling in the bowl at the bottom of her skull.<br/><br/>When Monique’s heart stopped pumping blood, Gavin shoved her body aside dismissively and looked down the rows of remaining “Leftovers”.<br/><br/>“The best part of waking up.” Gavin muttered softly to himself, his own private joke about the taste of his latest victim’s blood.<br/><br/>Soulja Boy Tell'em - Turn My Swag On (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yRme0C2pmI#ws)