the young vampire moved through the bar, avoiding the touch of other females. His blue eyes glared slightly at a few, his attractions certainly not complimenting theirs. Her got to the bar counter and ordered a whiskey, running a hand through his disheveled hair. It had been a long day already and he was feeling the pain of hunger. Or was I'd sexual tension? He wasn't even sure himself. He knew he hadn't had either for quite some time now. And the hunger was giving him a migraine. He downed the drink quickly and laid his head back, eyes closed and a slight sigh of breath escaping him. What he needed more than ever was a volunteer to help him through. He didn't even have too much strength to put up its a smaller struggle. Vincent knew then and there, he had pushed his limits too far this time.