She always felt bad afterward.
You’re not supposed to go around liking your victims. You’re about to viciously attack them and drain their hot, sticky, runny life force away to sustain your cursed existence in this world another night or two. When you chat with them first and find out you both like funny fantasy novels it just makes everything… awkward.
Tonight, she’d met Lysa in the park at dusk. Lysa loved piercings and body modification, even though she didn’t have any herself yet. She had a tattoo, which she showed off shyly after looking around far more times than was really needed considering it was only on her shoulder blade. It was a deeply personal design she’d drawn herself that spoke to where she was in her life at the time, and which made no sense to anyone else whatsoever. She was working up the nerve to try a gauge in her ear, and was curious if you could start with a very small one.
She thought Lysa was friendly, and shy, and accepting, and adorable, and for a moment she thought that maybe this one time she could–
No, she was kidding herself. She opened Lysa up like a Happy Meal and drained her dry without a moment’s hesitation.
But she still felt bad afterward.