THE VAMPIRE'S ALCOHOLIC [MXM]

"Its time to go now Sir." It was about five in the morning, a new shift had started and Carter sat down, his head still hazy and the male bartender tried his best to get him out. "Sir, you need to go home. It's early, come on. Get up." The bartender, now known as Nick urged him, he could've help but glare when the man kept touching onto his biceps. "I'm not drunk yet. Thanks but, no thanks." He slid from the seat, grabbing at his Jacket, Carter staggered towards the door. He patted his pockets down for his keys, he smiled when the metal jiggled in his roomy pants. He was a drunkard, but he was smart enough to know to never try walking home when he was under the influence, it was either he'd get hit by a moving car, get mugged or attacked since people are being found, bodies completely drained, pale and bite barks in their neck. He knew who, or rather he say, what had caused these deaths, he was from a family of hunters for Christ sake. People refused to believe that wolves, vampires and other supernatural beings are living among them. As a matter of fact, their was a wild pack in the area, before he left all that hunting behind, he was aware that The Moon-Pull Pack was the only lack there, to others it looked like a bug mansions with a huge family that cooperate and pool resources but nobody knew the background of it. And next, the vampire clan. They were ruthless, messy eaters, heck, they are unfinished business. He had to be extra cautious around them. As long as people go home before a certain time, and stay in their territory, then they would get to live probably a day longer. The sun still haven't come up as yet, last night the rain fell, it was pure fog and cloud, goosebumps pickled his skin, the back of his hair stood up as he felt cold air on the back of his neck. "What are you doing out here by yourself handsome?" Carter quickly turned around but no one was there. Geez, how much had he had. He couldn't still be that drunk now could he? "You'll have to do better than that handsome." What was up with the nickname? Before he could see a face, red eyes glowed from the fog he quickly stepped back, while grabbing at the dagger that was tucked in his waistband. "Are you asking for a death wish? Walking around smelling so appealing. I bet you taste socculate." "Stand back you leech! Or I will kill you!" "I like to play with my food. Tell me handsome, are you playing?" The tone of the man's response angered him, be don't like how close they could get. Their pale, bony hands, nice height and body with a good face, he knew the guy wasn't ugly. "Take another steps forward and you'll see what ill do to you!" He could barely had his weapon. What damage could this healthy yet deprived human do? Just the flick of his index finger, he could just roll away like he weighted nothing. And it was the first time Carter regret being intoxicated. He couldn't defend himself, alcohol made him last and sleepy, it was like all his strength were locked in a box and he couldn't summon it. The vampire took a*****e forward,Carter took one back until his feet hit the sidewalk. Twisting in a weird angle, he whimpered. His pain filled eyes met the vampires again, the bloodsucker looked amused, he kept walking forward until he was right at his neck. "You smell delicious." Ba. Dum. Ba. Dun. Defeated, Carter just meant against the light post, his head turned to the other side as the vampire breathe down his neck. He couldn't do anything about it, he was weak. He thought he could take care of himself but he couldn't. "This us the day I die. Wow. By the hands of a vampire." He thought, he was confused. What he expected was to feel the ripping pain in his neck, the lightheadedness from the exhaustion, him losing his blood and all. But all he felt was nothing. Nada. Nothin' All the saw was the sun coming up, it was now bright as day, and people were looking at him like he was crazy. It looked like the vamp had long gone.