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You walk past the monument, trying to act casual while watching for any movement in your peripheral vision. Your low-effort stalker pops out to follow just as you expected, and when you whirl around, he stops in place, stock-still as if he thinks you can't see him when he's no longer moving.

"Why are you watching me?" you ask, trying to walk the fine tightrope between threatening and approachable. The man reeks of booze and from the look of him, he's been without a change of clothes for awhile.

"I saw you the other night in here, lurking around being all creepy-like. Now you're back here again."

Well, I mean, um…I guess you have a point," the man says. "I've just had a run of tough luck lately is all and I was wondering—"

"Is it money you want?" you ask, rolling your eyes. You can't take him for a meal here on the main street, but if a few coins can make him go away…You fish through your pocket and come up with a few toonies. The two-dollar coins glitter in the streetlight as you gently toss them in his direction. The man snaps them up with surprising ease and pockets them. "Go get yourself some food and clean up," you say.

"Right, right," the man says, eyeing you as he turns around and heads down the street in the other direction. Once you're sure he's gone, you bring your attention back to the park.

You take a moment to relax in one of the park benches on a path leading off from the main hub, feigning an interest in the night sky. It doesn't take long before you hear the sound of a jogger making their way closer past the fountain.

Closer. Even closer.

You can see him now—a young man in a white tank top, sweaty from his late-night exercise. He doesn't even seem to notice you as he approaches, his eyes fixed on the path, earbuds blasting enough loud music to keep him oblivious. You've heard mortals say that food delivery is all the rage these days, well now it's time to enjoy a little of that convenience yourself.

You dart out like a snake, wrapping an arm around the jogger's neck and pulling him into the bushes. In seconds, your fangs have pierced his skin and you're supping on his sweet blood, drinking your fill as he goes limp in your arms. It may not be door to door delivery, but it's the next best thing when your prey comes to you.

Your appetite largely sated for the moment, you decide to move on, always aware that there's a Hunger for more that you can never fully extinguish.

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