Bloodlust

As Michael headed home from Debbie's place, he had realized it was already nightfall. He hadn't known how late it was. Michael knew Lisa was already out hunting. He was right. Michael met up with her on the way home.

"Hey Michael. I waited for you, why are you so late?"

Michael shrugged. "I told you, I was at Debbie's."

"Humph." Lisa said and she continued walking. "Well how'd it go?"

Michael took a deep breath.

"I think I'm attracted to her....blood." Michael wanted it to be true but he knew he was attracted to more than just her blood.

"Well," she spotted a human, but decided to let him go. "You could just make her your priadestic. You can drink blood from her daily without having to kill her."

Michael stopped walking and looked at her.

"Do you mind if I do that?"

"I trust you." Lisa told him.

A tall, slim man came walking in their direction. He wasn't human; he was a vampire.

"Mr. Michael Jackson?"

"Yes." Michael said.

"Don't you remember me?" the man asked. Michael slowly shook his head and tried to find something similar about him.

"Oh my god. I can't believe you don't remember me. Tommy Matolla's cousin! Remember? Here's my card."

Michael gazed at the card, which read "Ray Davidson". It gave his number.

"I have my own business, managing underground artists. I work with young children, looking for talent also."

Michael's eyebrows went up. He looked interested.

"Hmm. I might not need your services but...we can keep in contact."

Ray smiled. "That's great. Talk to you later buddy."

He patted Michael on the shoulder and walked away.

"Nice guy." Lisa commented.

Ray hoped it worked. He took out one of his cards as he walked down the street. It was a fake card. He only wished he were Tommy Matolla's cousin. But it seemed as though Michael was impressed. And that's all he needed to get his story.

Lisa held the body by its neck against the alley wall.

"Wow, I caught a good one this time." Lisa said, wiping blood off her lips with the back of her other hand. Michael watched with his hands in his pockets.

"You want a taste Mike?"

Michael smiled. "Sure."

Michael walked up to the body and Lisa held it up for him as he drank the victim's blood.

"Whoa Michael, you have a real bloodlust lately."

Michael backed away from the body and nodded. He licked his lips.

"I've been real thirsty." Michael said. He knew his craving for blood was getting worst. The more he drank it, the more he wanted it. He gazed at Lisa.

"I need more."

"Oh." Lisa said. "Okay."

"You can go home, okay? I'll stay out here for a while."

Lisa nodded, looking at Michael with a little worry in her expression. "Okay."

Michael hugged Lisa, and kissed her. "I love you...see you tomorrow."

When Lisa walked away, Michel spotted a young woman walking by herself across the street. Michael smiled, anxious to get to her throat.