We had danced that night. She followed me out of the club, abandoning her friends. This was the easy part. In the old days I would just feed on the vagrants that roamed the streets at night, using a pen knife to carve through my bite marks – simple and effective. But my tastes had changed, over the years I found I couldn’t drink just any human essence. I needed the blood of, you guessed it, youth. To be specific, humans at the two decade stage of their short lives. My companions insist that virgin blood is akin to drinking the blood of God but I’ve had it and quite honestly found it a little under-ripe. Seducing bright young things at nightclubs was just plain fun.