Somewhere in a high-rise apartment...
3:00 PM
Through a weak slurping sound, a young man's fangs ground against each other as he reclined in a couch. If the other two occupants of the darkened room, one inappropriately laying sideways on a one-person sofa, and the other leaning against a wall sipping from a red-filled glass, had anything to say about his rudeness, neither offered to be the better person.
"Aahhh, shit! This isn't doing it for me!" He groaned, squeezing the plastic pack in his hand, jumping from the couch to stare angrily at the innocent corner of the nearest piece of furniture like it had personally offended him. "It's bland, like hemovore vegan food made in China! It's all that guy's fault!"
The other male winced, setting down his glass of blood after his friend's string of curses. "I know what you mean, aaaand you weren't the only one who got punched, but remember what our Sire said. He's the vampire king's guest!"
"Amanda's full of shit, he's her guest and so what? I've never even seen her highness, but her guest can't just walk in here and act like he owns the place!" He made his plight with indignant hurt. "We weren't gonna kill those people, that's stupid, we just wanted some dinner!"
"Right, right," an unenthused voice joined in the chorus. The only girl in the group tilted her head slightly, looking over her phone at the other two. "We want action, not words. Fangs sinking into creamy, trembling skin, slurping at the current of life, not the smell of disinfectant and hospitals in my mouth when gulping down stale blood."
Her friend seemed deaf to the lack of enthusiasm, and yelled in affirmation. The complaining vampire punched the table in front of him, eyes red with hunger and fangs extending, and it broke in two, making their flower jar clatter to the ground. The girl leveled her eyes at him. "Big vampire energies."
He made a face. "What does that even mean???"
"Big dick energy. But for vampires. I'm so impressed. I could cry."
"You don't have a dick."
"My metaphorical dick. My overwhelming, vampiric presence, throbbing hard like a volcano of hunger and goth impulses stored in my allegorical undead balls."
"What the hell? You wouldn't know a dick if it -"
Their third friend nursed a non-existent headache as the one-sided barking intensified. He walked between them after a moment longer of their argument, clearing this throat. "Even if we wanted something, he kicked our asses, and we can't exactly go and rent an army just to show someone up."
The girl put a finger up in the air and straightened up slightly. Her expression didn't change in inflection as she brought up her phone and started flipping through pages. "Actually, I heard an interesting rumor. An alchemist who can make things like that on short order, or close enough, skipped through the neighborhood the other day."
Despite themselves, the other two leaned in.
