He felt weak and empty. He was hungry again. He needed some nice warm, rich fluids to sustain him.
Customers at seafood restaurants got to choose their lobster, but his dining venue was somewhat different. He had already picked a plump young bird for his next meal. This Left Bank establishment was a bit New Age, but he’d enjoyed several selections from here. He’d just wander in….
What??! Garlic above the door? He already had to avoid Italian restaurants. He’d need to get a drink somewhere else tonight. Damned humans! How was a hungry vampire to get a decent meal?
I hate vampire stories for the tween clichés they have become, but just couldn’t resist telling this one. 😉
Got to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.