Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Slake.
He's learned to control himself. The pure, animalistic need to slake his thirst no longer obliterates all reason; he can consign the beat of a human heart and the delicate, delicious flush of blood under human skin to the back of his mind while he focuses on the hunt. He's learned to stalk his prey and to delight in the dance of cat-and-mouse, learned to appreciate how the thrill of the chase sweetens the surrender.
The blond in the shadows is a challenge; he's going to taste so good.
"It's my crime scene now," Steve says, and smiles.