After strolling down the narrow streets of London for what seemed like hours, David was beginning to grow restless and extremely hungry. He hadn't been able to find a decent meal all evening. It was almost as if everyone in the city had decided to stay in tonight, which of course presented a problem for him. He didn't make it a habit of barging into people's homes and causing a scene. He preferred to take them off the street, where he could duck into an alley and take his fill of them before disposing of their body in a dark and secluded area. House hunting was slightly more tricky. He had to stake out the area and ensure that no surprise visitors were going to come knocking, and he had to ascertain how many people were in the dwelling before he entered. Being only one person, however powerful, he could not take out an entire family on his own.

As he walked down the street, kicking small rocks down the cobblestone with his hands in his pockets, David caught a scent in the wind. It was simply wonderful, and who ever it belonged was not far away. He halted his movements, waiting for another gush of wind before he could pin point the exact location of his now targeted meal. As a soft breeze began to blow, he sprung into action, his body no longer visible to mortal eyes as he crawled up buildings and down walls. He halted abruptly on a rooftop, his eyes locked on an open window across the street below.

It had been a rough night for Ziggy. He had tried three publishing houses for his novels, and none of them had wanted to even give his manuscripts a read over. After an hour of wandering, trying to find another publishing house that would take him he returned to his dingy flat. He was quickly whittling away at his inheritance, and if he continued on like this he would be living on the streets by the end of the month.

As soon as he arrived home he sighed heavily and dropped the manuscripts on the incredibly small table before he moved to sit in one of his chairs. His stomach grumbled at him absently, but he only had enough bread for one more meal, and he decided that he would wait until morning. He stood after a few seconds, lit the fire in the fireplace and then returned to the chair. He sighed and watch the flames for a few moments before he drifted off to sleep exactly where he sat.

David watched the man move about his small living quarters, the fire he had lit giving David a rather good view of his features. He was a beautiful man, though he didn't have quite as much meat on him as David liked for his meals. However, his scent was simply intoxicating, driving David's taste buds into a frenzy. David stalked down the building, not wanting to alert his prey of his presence and keeping to the shadows of the street. Once below the man's cracked open window, however, David sprung into action, leaping up the side of the building and coming to rest on the sill of the window. He had opened it with great ease, no sound coming from the brackets holding the panes in place and was now dangling his legs inside the man's home. "My my my." he said. "This is a dreary place. How on Earth do you go on?"

Ziggy had been sleeping as peacefully as a man who had not eaten since that morning could, when he heard a voice, one that woke him up from his light sleep. He blinked open his eyes and looked about, before settling on his window. He swallowed and shot up out of the chair almost immediately, fear on his face. "I do not know who you are good sir, but it is quite obvious that I have little to pilfer." He was shaking lightly. "Now, please leave, before I have to alert the police." Ziggy's mind was racing and he swallowed as he watched the man at the window. It did not occur to him to ask how the man had gotten up to the third floor of a building that had no ladders on the outside.

David let out a deep chuckle, incredibly amused at that man's attempt to act stern. His eyes combed over the man's frail frame, noting that he must not have eaten very much lately for he did not look well. There was also no hint of a smell of food in the entire flat, therefore David could only assume that he was poor or getting there. His eyes traveled back the man's eyes, the fear that was present throughout his entire body showing there most of all. The feeling created a tingling in David's spine and caused his mouth to crack a smile. "I have no desire to pilfer your belongings, nor do I think there will be any need for police. They wouldn't do you any good anyhow."

Ziggy swallowed. There had been a string of murders here recently in the town, ones that could not be explained due to the fact that there was no forced entry to any of the victim's flats. He swallowed, and his stomach growled audibly. This was it, he was going to be murdered in cold blood, and he didn't even know why. He swallowed again and did his best to not burst into tears out of fear.

David sniffed gently at the air, his eyes nearly closing when the sweet smell of the man's fear drifted up his nostrils. Another chuckle escaped his lips as his eyes flashed bright red. "Yes." he said, his feet slowly drifting towards the floor now. "Feel that fear. I crave it. Let me bask in it." His feet finally made contact with the wood beneath him as he lunged across the floor towards his prey, his teeth immediately sinking into the bony flesh of his neck.

Ziggy took a step back, trying to find something to brandish as a weapon, but all he had were books, and fireplace instruments that were too far away to be of any good. He froze instantly in his tracks when he thought that he saw the man's eyes flash. That was decidedly not normal. He swallowed and began to think of something, anything that would save his life, and then the man was on him, his teeth lodged in his throat. Ziggy cried out and tried to push the man off of him, but it was like pressing against a brick wall.

David wrapped his hand around the man's mouth, muffling the horrid sounds coming from his throat for they were ruining his meal. He growled deeply as the taste of his blood filled his mouth, sweeter than he could have imagined and nearly buckled as he swallowed the deliciously sinful liquid. His fingers dug into the man's back, gripping him tightly so he could not escape and continued to feed off him.

Ziggy tried to open his mouth so that he could bite the man back, but it was futile. He continued to try to push the man away, his hands hitting his chest, but after a few seconds he could start to feel absolutely dizzy, and his vision began to swim with multicolored spots. His hands weakened against the man's chest, and then fell limply to his sides.

After draining quite a bit of blood from the man's now limp body, David pulled back, letting the soft fleshy morsel crumble at his feet. He dabbed at his mouth with a handkerchief before placing it back in it's proper place in his jacket pocket. "Fine, indeed." he said, beginning to move back to the window and preparing to leave the dwelling.

Ziggy lost consciousness for a few moments and when he awoke he was crumpled on the floor. He swallowed and looked around his flat, attempting to glare daggers into the man's back. "Going to leave me for dead then?" He coughed and sighed as he sat up, his hand pressed to his slowly bleeding neck.

David turned slightly at his words and flashed him and evil grin. "Oh, come now. You're not going to die. You're merely remain weak for a few days." He glanced across the man's body and snickered. "Well.....weaker anyway." He walked back over towards the nearly lifeless body on the floor and bent down, his voice sadistic and low. "I'll return once you've gained your strength. A delicious subject such as you should not be taken quickly. You're far to delicious to give up in such haste. I would prefer to savor you for as long as I can manage."

Ziggy whimpered and pulled his hand away, sickened by the sight of his blood on his hand. "Good luck with that." He muttered weakly. "I was already weak, at this rate I'll be dead." He took a deep breath and winced as his lungs expanded. He was already suffering from massive body aches. "And that would be a welcome change."

David cocked a brow at the man and tilted his head. He had never met a meal that actually wished for death before, and if this man had no will to fight for his life, then surely he would die. David didn't want that. Not just yet anyway. He wanted that splendid taste in his mouth again. "Well," he began, his face twisting into a lustful expression. "If you plan to just rot away in here, I shall be forced to keep you company. Ensuring that you survive will be a nuisance, but I've done worse things to preserve a meal." He stood and sat in the armchair directly above the body on the floor.