Alistair was bored.
Perhaps unamused would be a better word. Sitting there, he was disappointed with how quickly, and "humanly" his companion had taken to drinking the blood of his victim. In fact, how could he take enjoyment in such a meal? Particularly when it was limp, knocked out in his arms, and practically welcoming the bite of a creature of the night. It was quite opposite of his own methods which weren't always efficient (considering the majority of his picks often lost most of their blood before it ever reached his lips).
The tall vampire turned from the feeding scene, and glanced over at the open dumpster to his right to admire the mutilated body within it. The pale skin of the mortal contrasted harshly with the black bags it laid on, the auburn hair of the unrecognizable female clotted together from drying blood, with the scent of death rolling off the body. Her limbs were twisted at odd angles, and her clothes were nearly ripped completely off her body. Many of teeth had been knocked out, but the most prominent of her wounds was her throat. Threads of flesh hung open, with the girls vocal cords clearly ripped from her and dangling proudly. He had to stop her from screaming on way or the other, which wasn't quite as fun, but the thrashing of her body, and salty tears nearly made up for it. The breaking of her bones still rung in his ears. He had done this, and he was not ashamed. She was....
Beautiful.
"Alistair," The blonde man was pulled from his thoughts, turning to the other vampire, who was delicately wiping blood from his lips. "I am finished."
Deciding it best not to say anything, least it be to scoff, he regrettably reached over and closed the lid to the murder. Surely there was evidence tied to his act, but there was no worry on his half regarding his lawbreaking. Vampires had connections everywhere and the police force was no exception. Still, it would be interesting to watch the news reporting on such a "disturbing" act.
With blue eyes turning skyward to look at the moon, Alistair began to walk down the alleyway with the other vampire, Matthew, walking close behind. "You didn't let her live, did you?"
There was a moment of silence, and Alistair knew the answer. He spun around, disgusted with the other male. His white fangs shown brightly in the moonlight, with lips pulled back in a scowl. "Why?"
"Because..." Matthew was still fairly new to vampire life, and although it wasn't uncommon to leave the meals living, it annoyed Alistair. Sure, he had kept a few alive to play around with, but in the end, they always died. Some just had a longer life span than others. It all depended on how well they kept his attention. "She... She's too young." This answer stopped him in his tracks, and their eyes met.
"Alistair, don't!"
A sickening smile came over the smooth features of Alistair Cain, and with the ungodly speed given to his race, he was in front of the sleeping girl, looking down at her body slouching against the brick building.
With devilish grace he began to reach down, only to be interrupted with a sharp shove sideways. "Don't kill her!" The yell was entirely too loud, and Alistair growled, crouching and glaring up at Matthew.
They had to get out of there quickly, no thanks to Matt's big mouth. It would be complicated if humans became involved. Oh so complicated...