James had been relentlessly searching for a fledgling, a pet to call his own, but so far it had been in vain. It probably didn’t help, however, how picky he was in choosing the human victim for this opportunity as he viewed it, or how his blood seemed to be a bit too strong for them to handle when so close to death. For when preparing the human to change into one of his kind, James made sure to drain as much of their blood as possible in attempt to let the tainted blood that he gave them take over quicker. This not only ensures a stronger vampire to be placed in his linage when they’re so close to death at the time of changing, but it speeds up the initial process as well.
At any rate, he wanted to have a strong fledgling or none at all. After all, time was not his enemy in this search, was it? And he had learned from his mistakes, now knowing the fastest way to find a suitable human. Families were his target now. Although they were more apt to search for those lost, they did seem to have the most will to live. Male or female did not matter strength wise once changed so that wasn’t an issue, though he did go after the beautiful ones as a personal preference, along with them being of in their mid-twenties, sometimes early thirties. Their bodies seemed to last the longest before their hearts stopped, but again to no avail. Perhaps his current target would prove to be more stable…
Unfortunately, after persistently stalking her for weeks, James was in a bit of a situation. This was Sarah’s street, Sarah’s quaint little apartment, and Sarah’s bedroom filled with pictures of her family and friends, and yet no Sarah to be found. James stood at the foot of the empty bed, curtains pulled tightly shut so the sun didn’t bother him. It wasn’t that it would kill him, but it did weaken him and was something to be avoided. Her bed was unmaid, which was for some reason bothering him. He knew humans weren’t the cleanest creatures, but it would take two minutes. Then there was the fact that females and males alike tended to leave clothing askew all over the floor… Coming back to reality and out of his thoughts of pet peeves, the vampire growled softly to himself, hearing the sister finally slipping out of bed and going to the kitchen. Yes, he had been at her little affair last night, and she hadn’t even noticed him stay overnight. He’d hoped Sarah would be home by now, but no such luck. Why did he think this was best? Now Ruth would be involved, and things might get messier than it was worth…especially since she would probably die like the others.
With a small sigh the man stood, needlessly smoothing out his jeans and tightly fit yellow and green fraternity tshirt. It wasn’t his, of course, but something he’d pulled off his last victim in an attempt to blend in with the crowd. Course by an hour in most were too drunk to if he was in a police uniform, much less college attire, but it was best to dress the part. James even had his raven black hair ruffled a bit like he didn’t care…but he did. His usual clothes were closer to the time period he grew up in, but none of that for today’s young adults.
Creeping soundlessly toward the door he opened it a few more inches since it had already been cracked, peering into see Ruth staring at the television. It would be so nice to have this apartment to himself for the beginning stages of the change…before the painful screaming started, of course. No matter, one more victim would only make it look like they went on a road trip together. Perhaps the look on her face would make this more enjoyable anyway.