His name was Daniel Vey (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/6c/56/88/6c5688bca98187e642de72a50682c9b5--sweet-lord.jpg), and he was a vampire. Tall, dark, handsome, and just a bit scruffy, he had been part of the undead for a very long time. He didn't even like to think of how long. His usual<em>modus operandi</em>was to feed from drunks-their blood certainly gave him a bit of a buzz, but it was an easy way to avoid discovery.<br/><br/>He was spying about for new prey in the rainy city one night, the moon peeking out behind black waterlogged clouds, and he saw him. A drunk. Daniel's thirst was intense--dressed in his fine dark slacks, his white shirt, and a slim black overcoat, it almost gave him the look of a businessman...or it would have if he were clean-shaven, which he was not.<br/><br/>His attacks were simple--swoop in, offer to help the drunk home, attack when close, then leave. And this guy seemed about right. He jogged towards him, the rain glittering in sleek inky pools on the sidewalk, and Daniel slipped his arm under the other man's saying, "You okay? You don't look so good. Let me get you home."<br/><br/><em>By home, I mean 'let's get your blood in these cold veins',</em>he thought to himself scathingly.