She slapped her arms for the umpteenth time that day, effectively killing another one of those blood sucking bugs. Her body was itchy, she was cranky and she still had a few hours of work left. “Can we please close the door?” She asked her boss in anguish, scratching her hand vigorously, if not exaggeratedly, to prove her point, “I’m being eaten alive here!” Her boss obliged. The fat man grunted and groaned as he stood up off his chair and shut the front door to the restaurant. 

There was a man sitting on the bench, outside of the establishment, the man closing the door nodded his head in acknowledgment and shut the door. There was nothing odd about the man on the outside, just another customer waiting for his food.
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He had to suppress a gag and smile up at the fat man. That was definitely not his dinner. That man was nothing but fat cells and cholesterol, his refined palette would not allow him to even be near that for any longer than that. No, his meal was still inside the restaurant. His little creatures were not dying in vain. At the very least, they were having the most wonderful last meal. 

He had not had a meal in days, nobody was right, and he aimed for perfection. He was passing this run down little joint when he smelled it. The most delicious aroma his sensitive nose had ever detected. HIs next meal was inside that restaurant. The irony caused him to chuckle lightly to himself. The delicate fragrance coming from inside would make even the most docile of vampires insane with lust. His own control was faltering, the thought of risking garlic poisoning  crossed his mind a few times.

No! He had to remain patient. And so he waited.

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“I’ll see you tomorrow!” She called out to her boss, faking enthusiasm they both knew she didn’t have. With her back now turned, she rolled her eyes and fixed her expression to the steely one she normally carried. She walked to her car, one hand holding her keys, the other one scratching furiously at her raw skin. 

The walk to her car was a far one. Why her bosses ever thought it was a good idea to make her park so far, she would never know. Her grip slipped from the landyard of her keys, causing them to fall the the ground. “And this is how I die,” she muttered to herself as she bent down to pick them up.

A low chuckled startled her. She stood up, leaving her keys on the ground and faced the stranger. 

“How very ironic you would say that,” a sinister smile crossed his face. The familiar buzz of a mosquito making her flinch more that the man in front of her. He reached up, stopping the incessant buzzing by crushing the bug in his palm. He brought his hand closer to him, flicking the crushed bug and bringing the palm of his hand to his mouth.

The girl watched in disgust as the man licked his palm. The smile on his face turned from malevolent to one of pure bliss. 

“I didn’t realize you would taste so delectable,” he almost purred. “Oh what a fine meal you are going to make.”

She looked from the man, to her keys, to her car. This lunatic was going to kill her, and her only form of defense was on the floor. She mentally cursed her bosses one last time for making the employees park on such a secluded street. With one last wish up to the stars, she bent down grabbed her keys and started to run.

He chuckled to himself, watching her, letting her think she got away. “I love it when they run."