In the streets of Kurayo, foot traffic carried on as usual. It was a busy evening in the town - several human trade ships had come to port to deliver supplies to the various merchants scattered throughout the city. The sailors from the vessels that had taken port for the evening scattered themselves to various taverns throughout the city, making easy prey for Serafina of the Volkov clan of Vaewolves. She preferred the blood of male victims rather than female - not so much for the rate of sexual attraction, but because the males seemed to put up a better fight than the females. The struggle from the victim was the part of feeding she enjoyed most - the stronger the struggle, the higher the thrill.
When Serafina had first been turned, over two millennia past, she had been very careful about her victims. She would never drain anyone to the point of death, and she always managed to feed from them in a very inconspicuous location on their body, so that the marks would remain unseen by the general public. Now, after so many centuries upon centuries, the majority of her humanity which had held such cruelty from her had faded, and she cared much less for secrecy.
At present moment, she had her fangs sunk into the jugular of a particularly handsome blonde sailor, her hand clamped over his mouth. A small trail of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she lapped at the laceration on his neck. It would have been an odd sight to behold, if a passerby had walked ‘round. Serafina stood around five and a half feet tall, with a thin and slender frame. The sailor she drank from stood at least a half foot taller than her with a very muscular frame. Her free hand, that which did not cover his mouth, was tangled in his longish-blonde locks, pulling his head and neck down to a more comfortable level. One of her legs was pressed between the man’s, her knee pushing up into his most sensitive area in a threatening manner.
He was trying to say something, and it gave Serafina pause as she drank the blood that flowed freely from his neck. She closed her eyes in annoyance, and pulled her fangs violently away from his neck. She opened her eyes once more and looked at him with sheer annoyance clouding her eyes. “This better be good,” she said flatly, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “If you’re wasting my time I’ll kill you even more slowly than I was already planning on,” she said, her voice silky and drawn out.
The man’s voice was weak and raspy from blood loss. “Friends… kill… you… fucking whore…” he said, weakly threatening her. Serafina nearly laughed - almost.
“Your friends are going to kill me?” she asked, feeble amusement masking her tone. “That’s not going to happen. I’ll tell you what will happen, you useless sack of bones,” she said, her voice lowering to nearly a hiss. “If you threaten me again in the few short moments of life you have left, I’m going to stop feeding from your neck,” she continued, a vicious smile drawing across her mouth, her blood stained fangs glittering in the moonlight. “And instead of your neck,” she said, her hand that had previously been covering his mouth dropping down to grip incredibly tightly below his waist. “I will feed from here - and I can guarantee you will not enjoy one second of it,” she said, her words nearly drowned out by the pained whimpers from the man, her fingernails having pierced the fabric of his trousers with her thread. “I, however, would enjoy it quite well,” she added, quirking an eyebrow at him.
Her victim fell silent, his threats and protests ceasing to exist. “Good boy,” she said, much as one would speak to a dog, and launched her fangs into his throat once more, piercing the opposite side from which she had been feeding previously. She froze suddenly and pulled away. “And I’m not a whore. That was a long, long time ago,” she said, in response to his endearing term he had referred to has. She bit into his throat again, lavishing in the warm flow of life. A few moments later, she pulled away, no longer able to detect a heartbeat from her victim. “Didn’t last very long, did you?” she said, with a frown, and tossed the now-corpse to the side.
She turned to look down the street on which she stood - she had taken her victim to one of the many back streets of Kurayo. It was not as secluded as an alleyway but still absent of any traffic, allowing just enough privacy for her to feed without the interrupting screams of a passerby. With the back of her hand, she wiped the small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth, licking the leftovers from her own hand. “Tasty one,” she said, softly, and took off at a slow walk away from the scene, back towards the manor in which the Volkov Clan had taken residence.
She stepped into the mansion and looked around, having hoped Nemesis, the clan’s Alpha, would be present. “Nemesis, get out here,” she called, louder than spoken words but below a yell. “My dinner pissed me off and I need to shift,” she added, her hands on her hips as she stood in the entry way. A few moments later, Nemesis stepped into view. “Let’s go for a run,” she said, walking up to him. She paused a few inches away from him, her hands on her hips once more. She looked him up and down approvingly, before speaking once more. “I didn’t think he would bleed out so fast,” she said. “Fucking a corpse wasn’t on my list of things to do - tonight,” she said, seethingly. “I need to get my frustrations out, and you’ll come with me,” she said, in more of a demand than a request.