Eyes on Fire

When we had finished feeding I lingered behind, examining the man's body. I had never questioned why we drank human blood and not animal's like other vampires I'd heard of in these parts. Killing humans mercilessly for food. I had to admit though there was fun to it. Sport. It was fun. Exhilarating. Completing. I loved hunting. Like James hunting was my passion. My obsession. I'd never stop. James a=had told me stories of all his hunts. Only one had gotten away. Alice, her name was. But he had bitten her and she was now a vampire. Living with the animal eaters. Vegetarians they called themselves. I looked back to the man. He was almost exactly the same as my father. Looks, music choice...place of death. I sat down and caressed the man's cheek. "I miss you pops." I wheezed. "You have no idea how much I wish for tears right now." I closed my eyes as tight as I could. But none would come.