It was nighttime. The bright moon was up in the dark blue sky with stars scattered all around.

He was leaning against a brick wall full of old and new MISSING posters. He picked and peeled some of the old, yellowing paper. Then his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps going to his direction.

"Miss?" He spoke up, startling her a bit.

"Y-Yes?" She stammered. George could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest.

"You left this," He said, handing the lady her wallet.

She flushed in embarrasment. "Thank you." She said shyly, tucking a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

"You look lovely," He complimented, making her blush even more. "What's your name?" He walked towards her. She seemed pleased by the action. She was gullible.

Easy prey.

"Pattie." She smiled. "You?"

"George." His hot breathe tickled her neck. He could hear the blood rushing through her veins, the beating of her heart in her chest.

She gasped when he pressed his lips against her neck. "George---"

Then he sank his teeth into her neck. He sucked and he sucked until she barely had any blood. She fainted, slumping forward in his arms. He licked the bite mark, making it dissapear into a little scar. Her heart was still beating in her chest.

Good, he thought. I didn't kill her.

Leaving her sitting up against the wall, he licked his lips clean of her blood.

"Pattie?"

Shit.

"Pattie---" The girl screamed at the scene. The Pattie girl must've looked dead by the way her head was down and she was slumped against the wall.

In a blink of an eye, George vanished.