The beast hovered over his victim. The small pinpricks in his throat bled a lot less than the hole in his gut. He sucked on the gaping hole.

The taste of the donor's blood was sweet and untainted. Euphoria began to seep into the creature's veins. This was heaven. This was what he was missing - what he had been denied.

This one was his.

He drank the intoxicating nectar from the gaping hole a little more before licking it, sealing it with his saliva, coagulating the blood, slowing the flow.

"What the? Hey you! Get the fuck away from him!"

The creature ignored the tiny voices. They would go away. They always did.

"I said, 'Get the fuck away from him,' you sicko!"

The beast ignored the annoying voices until one laid a hand on his arm. He turned his full rage on the irritation and snarled through his fangs. He couldn't - wouldn't - be interrupted in his feasting. This donor had stumbled into his hunting grounds The scent of blood oozing from the knife wound in his gut had drawn the beast out of his lair. He wasn't about to let this one go.

"Holy fuck!"

The creature was rewarded with the pitiful scream of the pest. Now it would go away.

But it didn't.

This time it pulled out a stinging stick and fired at the creature.

The beast growled as each bullet found its mark in his body. All he wanted to do was to feed in peace. Turning on the intruder, it snarled once more as its gnarled hand grabbed its victim, pulling the bleeding donor under his arm. It bared its fangs at its attacker and easily leapt to the top of the building, taking its dinner elsewhere.

This one was his.