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These types of things no longer amused Lenore like they used to. Within a month of being bitten, she had lost interest in a majority of human activities, such as the day-time, eating, and drinking. They were meaningless in her life now; Lenore would've surely left right now if she could. However, she decided it'd be best to at least pretend to be somewhat human, after all, she could not give up everything and disappear from society.

She sat in a lonely corner in the party, drinking nothing. She had learned by now that drinking and eating gave her no delight. She had to throw most of it back up anyways. Also, after being drugged, she refused to drink anything anyone offered her. The only satisfaction that she could really find was blood.
The screen of her phone illuminated her face, preoccupied more with what she was reading than the belligerent drunks or the thumping music. She had read countless articles and research about vampirism and their lore. She deducted the majority of it was either fandom or utter bullshit. It was definitely difficult to see what was true or not. She figured out that sun light bothered her greatly, and that she seemed healthier and stronger than she did. But things like a stake through the heart was hard to test without knowing for sure if she would live.

She closed the browser with a listless sigh, noticing her dad left her two voicemails. She hadn't called him in a few weeks, mainly because she felt weird talking to her dad. She didn't want him to notice that she was different; that she was this monster.

Alas, she looked up, her dark eyes gazing about the youthful crowd. She recognized familiar faces, who avoided eye contact with her. She was glad she didn't have to deal with a lot of friends, because she didn't have many friends in the first place. It didn't matter to her. Now, whether friend or foe, they were all the same: a meal. Her appetite was calling, and Lenore felt the hunger within her. She glanced about, searching for a healthy candidate, before her eyes caught his.

They were captivating, twinkling in the dim-litted room. Lenore stared at him, watching as he too looked about the room, a vodka glass in his hands. She gave almost no hesitation in deciding that he was who she wanted tonight.

Lenore watched Adam, having great patience in this matter. It was like a big cat studying her prey; Lenore was very careful. Similar to his reasoning, Lenore assumed he had enough drinks to not remember tonight. She waited, though his attention seemed to be on someone else. She glanced to where is gaze landed, and was a bit confused. The girl was average, a little dumb looking and obviously drunk.
She frowned a little. What did this girl have that captivated him? She watched as Adam looked at the girl. Was he looking for a one-nighter? Lenore gave a small sigh to herself. While she was a little disappointed, she guessed it made it a little easier. Maybe she could get him to a secluded and quiet spot willingly.
Lenore licked her lips, a little nervous. Despite being a vampire for a month, she was still a little new to the hunt. The only thing that drove her to do it was her hunger and her drive to survive.

After a minute, she closed her eyes, and gave a big, motivational breath. "Lenny, just like last time," she thought. She had done this before, but every time made her so anxious. She could remember the first time, a couple days after being bitten. She had been so desperate and hungry for blood as a newborn; she made a mess of the man she had bitten. She had to knock him out after he screamed too much, and made it look like he had been drugged by leaving Rohypnol in the hotel room.

With a small nod, she moved smoothly across the room, making sure Adam didn't notice her approach until she bumped into him, making him spill his drink.
"Ah, sorry," she murmured in an innocent tone. Her heart raced, and her mind couldn't help but chastise herself. She was so not like this. She would never hit on a man, nonetheless hit on a man like this. But she convinced herself, again, that it was necessary to play a clueless woman in order to attract men.
At least now she could look at him better. He smelled faintly of a pleasant aroma, one that Lenore could now pick up with her vampiric senses. He was dashing, most definitely the best looking one Lenore had ever attempted to bite. She second guessed herself in choosing him; maybe she should've chosen a drunker, uglier one.

Lenore did her best to put on a face of a woman. She was never too feminine, so appealing to guys was a tad foreign. She moved her dark hair, looking up at Adam slightly with her dark eyes. He seemed friendly, a genuine guy. Even though he was checking out that dancing drunk girl, she assumed he wasn't a total a*****e.
She gave a small, slight smile, before shaking her head. Maybe he wasn't as drunk as she thought he was. While he was a handsome thing, she didn't think she could drink from him easily. And despite really just wanting to stay with him, feeding tonight was far more important. She felt a little dumb then, a tad embarrassed for purposely making him spill his drink, but she guessed she'd just have to find another bar.

"Umm," she hesitated, shaking her hand as if to negate his hand shake. "Sorry, I have a boyfriend. And, umm, I really have to go," she lied, almost awkwardly, and gave a small sigh before turning. She mentally cursed herself for lying twice. She guessed it was because she was so nervous that she felt the need to scramble up two lies instead of leaving one short and simple one. She sighed quietly again, Lenore's next thought was to just forget him, so she wouldn't feel so bad for herself, and looked for the exit. Lenore motioned good bye, despite not wanting to say good bye, and moved for the exit.

Lenore walked up the steps to the outside, feeling the chill splash her face. She closed her eyes, cursing silently to herself before opening them. "Damn," she murmured, before pulling her coat tighter around herself. She checked her cell phone. Another missed call from her father. She clicked her tongue with a soft, "tsk," and followed the sidewalk.

She wondered where she could find another bar. She was hungry, and her throat burned a little. Lenore made a left. There was a pub on 23rd. Maybe she could pick up a drunk there. She kept her head down, her eyes to the floor as she looked up at the night sky. It was a pretty sight.
Yet, she was reminded of that guy...Adam. He was handsome; Lenore blushed a little to herself. She combed out her slightly crooked bangs nervously as she thought, making a bitter face. She was sure she would never see him again.

Her pace quickened when she neared 23rd, and made another left. The pub was dim-litted, warm, and thrived on its regulars. Lenore had only been there a couple times, and she knew it would be a little risky going there. But she was starving, and entered the pub, sitting at the counter. She ordered a Guinness, despite not intending to drink. She took off her jacket, and propped her elbow on the counter. She laid her cheek there, watching the bartender pour it from the tap and slide it to her.
Lenore watched the frothy top, the dark liquid glittering with flavor. She dismissed it for now, noticing an older man, probably a white-collar man eye her from a little ways down the counter. Lenore wasn't as interested in him as much as she did Adam, but she would have to do with him.

Lenore gave him a glance, noticing he was indeed looking at her. She looked away, a little bummed, but whatever, she was hungry. She took a small sip of her beer, and looked up at the guy. She let her gaze linger, as if trying to alluring him. He got up after a minute and sat next to her, looking her up and down.
She failed to notice the door of the pub open and Adam seating himself in the back. Instead, she put her efforts in making small talk, offering a faux smile to the guy.

He looked like a guy who stressed a lot about his work. He came to the pub once a week to cool off, to find some relief. "Poor chap," she thought. He only wanted to succeed in life, find a wife, and settle down. Lenore listened, offering her gentle input. It was too bad that she wasn't what he was looking for.
He put his hand on her thigh unexpectedly, blushing as he did. Lenore gave a sheepish look before removing his hand.

He replaced his hand, talking to her quietly in desperation. Lenore didn't want to make much of a scene, but she was getting a little uncomfortable.