"The usual." I smiled back at him and took his wrist for a bite when no one was watching.
2
Satisfied, I aimed David's wrist at the glass as he prepared a Bloody Mary for me.
After he finished making it, he respectfully handed it over to me.
"Thanks." I lifted the drink and took a satisfying sip while raising an eyebrow.
My thirst for blood was insatiable. One Bloody Mary simply wouldn't suffice for an entire night at the bar. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with various perfumes and smoke masked the scent of human blood. However, there were times when I got addicted at the bar—during those moments, I'd kiss men's necks on the dance floor to drink their blood before making them forget everything.
In this vibrant atmosphere filled with lights and drinks, no one noticed what I was doing. Thus, I spent quite some leisurely days at Green Bar without finding what I truly desired.
That night, I sat alone at the bar savoring my drink—this time it was genuine alcohol as I'd fed enough at home before coming out.