[attr="class","CONTENT2"]The vampire rubbed his throat and neck, his thirst strong, desiring to eat. He loosened the tie around his neck which felt like it was suffocating him slowly and unfastened the first two buttons of his clean, white button-up shirt. If he could sweat, he would already be sweating through the suit. It would be soaked by now. Perks of being dead - you don't sweat anymore. Instead, he was cold as ice. Physically and mentally. The protruding summer heat had no effect on him. The only downside was the shortness of the nights... the time he was able to spend outside.

He started humming an ancient song, taking him back in time as he marched through the night, on the way back to his apartment, not bothering to hurry because he enjoyed taking a walk for as long as he could. The sun was supposed to rise soon but he lost himself in the memories he had left. After some time he found out that thinking about the sparse happiness in his former human life helped with keeping the need to feed under control. Of course... it didn't always help. Sometimes it would have a reverse effect, making everything worse.

Sejin stopped cold in his tracks. The scent of something metallic caught his attention. Blood. His usually bleak eyes glowed with the prospect of clenching his thirst. He sniffed the air again. The smell was strong and it certainly was nearby. Was that a golden opportunity? A quick glance at his watch told him the night wouldn’t last much longer. If he failed to grab some fresh dinner tonight he would have to fall back to leftover banked blood he kept in his fridge at home for emergencies. This wasn’t an emergency, but he was hungry and if he didn’t feed on something, the hunger would turn him into a ravenous monster. Not that he minded anyway. He just wasn’t feeling it today. But the fresh blood turned his simple hunger into a feeling of starvation.

Swift strides carried him around the corner into a darker alley. It wasn’t necessarily dark for him, his eyes adjusting to the dim-lit area. One single street lamp was working, the others were all out. His head snapped towards a rat dashing across the alley from one garbage can to the other. A stray cat was grooming itself on top of some fire exit stairs. The blood wasn’t coming from an animal. It would smell different. No, it came from something more mundane.

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