Table/Prompt: Table 1/60. Thirst
Word Count: 240
Summary: There’s no way to put Topher’s thirst into words.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Ultimately, there were no words that could ever really describe Topher’s thirst for blood. It was an overriding compulsion, something he could feel deep in the marrow of his bones.
The blood was the be all and end all. Everything about him, every action, every mannerism, every thought, was devoted to luring in his prey and getting that wonderful warm fresh blood.
He used his youth and innocent looking face to lure them in, not unlike Dorian Grey in that Oscar Wilde book. It was easier with girls than most boys, not that Topher minded that one bit. Boys were alright when there wasn’t anything else, but most of them were more work than they were really worth.
Before becoming a vampire, he’d never given much thought to the deviants, the boy lovers. They had been so far removed from his life that they might as well have been pure fiction.
Now they were just another kind of prey. His thrall, the male, had been lured into Topher’s clutches by his lust for young boys. He’d been a fool who thought he was a predator when he’d hunted Topher.
The vampire found the idea profoundly amusing, when he gave it any thought at all.