Heather: "Well this is creepy! At least the fog cleared up."
Tristan: "We just have to walk around the side of the building and we'll be in the parking lot."
Heather: "I trust you."

He could tell by the scent of fear coming off her that she wasn't sure if she really did trust him. The smell was intoxicating, even more so than the drinks he'd had earlier- the thirst began to overcome what little control he had left. He smiled at the girl, exposing his now lengthened canines while the dim lights reflected off red eyes. The girl gasped but didn't move away.

Heather: "Holy CRAP, you're a vampire! A real honest to goodness vampire!"
Tristan: "Are you afraid?"
Heather: "Hell no! Actually…"

Her voice trailed off in shyness and she looked away from him. He could hear her heart beating heavily now, the sound deafening in his ears and making him feel light-headed. He reached out, lightly touching her face to turn it back toward him. She was blushing fiercely.

Tristan: "Actually…?"
Heather: "It's kinda sexy."

Tristan's smile faded, replaced by a look that was completely predatory. There was nothing left of the man, only the basic animal nature remained.

Tristan: "Maybe you should be afraid."
Heather: "What-"

Before she was even aware he'd moved, Tristan was sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her neck. As the hot blood poured into his mouth he lost all awareness, left with only the burning euphoria of the kill. The girl made a feeble attempt to escape; the shock of adrenaline only added to the frenzy Tristan felt. He bit down even harder, feeling the flesh give way in a sickening crunch. The world became a pinpoint, reduced to the blood pouring from the gaping wound he'd torn in the girl's neck.

All too quickly the flow slowed and eventually ceased, the girl's struggles ending long before that. Tristan let the now lifeless body fall to the pavement, just another discarded item to litter the alleyway.

He was blinded with ecstasy, the pure delirium that only came with taking the lifeblood of a human victim holding him in its grip. It had been decades since he'd known this sensation, this perfect bliss. He began to laugh with madness.

Chris: "Holy… I can't believe you actually did it! I didn't really think you had it in you!"

Tristan continued to laugh, slowly turning to face Chris. After a few seconds he felt the laughter dying down, though the intoxication showed no signs of waning. Chris took a step back, feeling a growing concern.

Chris: "Are you alright?"
Tristan: "I'm a god…"
Chris: "Yes, lovely. We'd better get out of here before someone finds us."

He reached out and grabbed Tristan by the arm, dragging him to the parking lot. As soon as they reached the rows of cars, Chris froze.

Chris: "Hey, mate- which car is yours?"
Tristan: "Let go of my arm!"

Tristan pulled violently away from Chris, his eyes still glazed and glittering red. He fumbled for his keys, finally getting a good grip on them after dropping them twice. He made his way to where he'd parked, got in his car, and somehow managed to make it home without incident.