Alone in the midnight alley Rositer gave the thing in the shadows a sickly grin. ‘You’re a real vampire.’
The creature loomed darkly. ‘Indeed.’
‘You want to bite me?’
‘We do not want. We yearn, we crave-’
The vampire swept forwards. Rositer scampered back. ‘Listen – I can take you away from this.’ He pressed his phone into the creature’s clammy hand. ‘Let’s do- supper!’
The vampire looked down at the phone. ‘When’s a good time-?‘
Rositer dashed away into the night. ‘I’ll call you!’
The vampire withdrew into the shadows.
Hollywood was starting to feel like a mistake.
No. 29 in the ‘Beyond the Streets‘ sequence – a series of 100-word flash fiction.