Bruno le Ghoul

Bruno wrung his hands, sweat glistening down his large hairy arms.
{Gotta keep moving, can't let myself start, or I won't stop.}
He watched as a pretty young thing walked out onto the pavement ahead of him.
{If she don't say anything, and she don't run, we won't go after her, deal?}
He walked briskly behind her, as they were going the same way.
She sensed his presence. And turned and kind of started,
"Oh excuse me, you startled me."
"Yeah..."
"Um, do you know where the bus station is?"
"That way." He pointed.
"Thankyou."
She walked that way.
{Huh...treated me like a person, without hitting on me...she'll live another night.}
He continued to stalk on.

Later..
"Hey big boy, looking for a good time?" A woman in over revealing clothing propositioned from the side of the street.
He stopped.
A big smile came across his face.
"Yeah."
He walked up to her and grabbed her neck and started to choke her, dragging her into the alleyway.
"Fool! What do you think you're doing? Stop damaging the merchandise!" A loudly dressed fellow with a cane came out and started hitting him. He punched his face in and kept walking.
{Huh...ever since I got on this stuff, I'm so much stronger. All I gotta do, is do what he says, and he is stronger, so I gotta do it...and I can do this all the time.}
She started to make noise.
He grinned and started throttling her.
His grin continued as the blood began to fly.
Then he walked on, into the night, never knowing when, the next assignment from his master would be, or the next tramp, for him to kill.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Bruno stared stupidly at the lights.
"alright ya big guy, there, put yer hands on yer head, nice and easy like." The policeman said, holding a gun at Bruno. The flashing police lights and the glare from the head lights were bothering him.
He cocked his head to the side, spit, and said, "Yeah, uh, I don't think so." He gave him a grin.
"Why don't you come over here, and make me."
The policeman looked to his partner,
"Alright, looks like we're to be doing this the hard way then."
"On your knees dirtbag!" The woman policeman said as she got out with her gun out too.
"I ain't scared of you or your wittle guns. Bring it."
They exchanged another look.
"Okay, I think I get it, you're on something right...look sonny, we can get you help. Just come along peaceful like."
"Oh yeah, what I'm on you can't even dream of."
And like that, he was next to the cop, knocking him to the ground, then he lifted the police car and slammed it and the woman cop against the wall.
"Oops. Now who's on their knees."
He grinned and walked away.
{I need more blood, from my master, ...fighting cops takes alot out of me.}
He stumbled away.
----------------------------------------------------
"Master!" A loud uncouth fellow yells in the art gallery. A fancily dressed fellow looks up mortfied and runs over.
"Ssshhh! How many times must I tell you to not contact me here?" He looks down,
"Sorry. Uh, I need more blood. And I don't know where else to find you."
"I'll have to rememdy that, my brutish friend. Follow me."
He starts walking quickly down a coridor. He follows.
"If you need me in the future, ... come to the back door, and ask for Lucien. Tell them you are a messenger for me."
"Why do you act like to are ashamed of me or something?"
"Because,...though you do a very good job at what you do, my ...peers wouldn't understand why I ghouled...you."
"Is it cause your a Tore whats it?"
"A Toreador, of the rose, yes. You might offened their sensibilities."
"Huh, I'd like to offend their sensibilities alright."
"No. Remember we talked about that, besides, though they may look like sissies." He giggled, " they are incredibly powerful nonetheless."
"Right. K. Can I have more blood now?"
"Very well." He took a letter opener, and slit his wrist and put it to his mouth.
He fed greedily.
"Enough."
He kept on.
He grabbed his hair and pulled it back,
"I said enough."
"Yes master."