Free Tryst with a Vampire by Bella Adams

 
                  The moon that sat up on the black sky really did nothing to give the rural lands any light. John had traveled through the rural lands and fields thinking about how much he hated the open country. He liked the darkness but hated the sparsely populated regions.
                  So dull.
                  Like the yellow lights coming out of the cafe window in the middle of nowhere.
                  He smirked as he saw the “OPEN” sign facing out from the window.
                  John had not eaten in weeks. He could eat normal food for sustenance for only so long. He had to feed.
                  He entered the cafe with headed straight for the table in the furthest corner. The darkest corner where he could eat alone. Undisturbed.
                  John didn't like people that much. They only served one purpose for him.
                  He grabbed the menu off the table and sniffed at the usual fare. Cheeseburgers given special names like the “Big Kahuna” and “Heart Attack Harry”.
                  “Hi there.”
                  John heard the waitress' voice before he saw her. He didn't look up, just stared at the menu.
                  “Have you decided?”
                  “Three steaks, please.”
                  “How would you like those cooked.”
                  “Rare. As rare as you can get away with,” he handed the waitress the menu.
                  “And to drink?”
                  “Bloody Mary, please.”
                  “We don't have alcohol, sir, sorry.”
                  “Cherry coke, then.”
                  She came back with a cherry coke and the steaks came back within minutes. Blood swam around the plate as he cut into the red flesh of the animal. And, like an animal, he ate this meal with his hands, desperate to get the food in to his stomach as quickly as possible. He ate like it could be his last meal for months - and it very well may be. When he finished, he glanced around the café to see if anyone had their eye on him. Then he drank the blood from the plate, spilling it past the corners of his mouth and onto his chin and chest.
                  John set the plate back down and the waitress took it with him noticing. He just stared out of the window and gazed at the majestic, barren landscape. Maybe he could get used to the country, he thought. Mountains, fields and forests as far as he could say.
                  Not a sign of human life. Except for this cafe.
                  “Anything else?”
                  “I'm sorry, what?” John looked up startled.
                  “How about another Cherry coke? You downed it like you were dehydrated, no offense.”
                  “Oh sure, thanks.”
                  He looked into the waitress' eyes for the first time. Snow white skin and eyes as blue as a pristine lake.
                  John could not help but be taken aback by her hair. Red as fire. Surely dyed, but it gave her an exotic look that he never encountered before. He thought she looked like a painting or a porcelain doll.
                  He could feel she felt the same kind of attraction toward him. She stared at his perfect jawline and the most piercing gray eyes that she had ever seen.
                  “There's something mysterious about you,” she blurted out. “You have nice eyes. Like they are full of secrets and stories.”
                  “Thank you,” he muttered.
                  “I'm sorry,” she said. “I don't know why I said that.”
                  “Have you ever looked at someone,” he touched her hand. “And instantly felt attraction. Like there was