He touches the sharp tip against his finger, testing the needle. Perfect sharpness, perfect width. He reaches down at the sniveling, gagged girl and slides up her dress. So pretty. So young. He presses the needle against her thigh and slides it in. He pulls on the plunger, letting her sweet blood fill the barrel. She whimpers through the gag. He smiles at that.

He’s nearly emptied her before he’s done. He looks happily into his bag. He’s collected plenty of vials of the virgin’s blood. The vampire junkies that buy this stuff from him will pay a king’s ransom for only a taste. Meanwhile, he knows he’ll eat well as long as he can keep her well-fed.

And if he can’t, or if she grows too troublesome… well there’s more than enough elementary schools in the country.