nodominion-deactivated20151126:

I’m not really used to killing yet. I don’t like doing it. I much prefer to steal a mouthful from a whole bunch of mortals, leaving them dazed, but mostly unharmed.

That’s an unfair answer, especially considering I have killed. So I will try and answer you honestly.

If I need to kill, I often stalk someone for hours. I am trying to follow the only evil-doer rule, and my lack of telepathy means I only feel a kill moral if I witness my victim commit, or attempt to commit, a crime. I do like to stop my victims before they hurt someone else. Intent is enough to kill in my mind.

Often times I will invade a college campus late at night, my senses open to all around me. I’ll wait for a scream, muffled, quiet. Or perhaps laughter, malicious in tone. Within seconds I will be behind my victim, pinning them against whatever hard surface is nearby. I do not lull my prey with sweet dreams. I rip into their throat without remorse. I have learned not to be so greedy, to savor the blood, to swallow with a small stream instead of large gulps. It keeps the human alive longer. Sometimes my victim’s victim is still there, watching in awe. When I am done with my meal, I always make sure they have a ride home, a safe place to stay, and that they will say nothing of what happened.

This reminds me to ask Armand how to confuse mortals. If I have the gift at all.