A Vampire Out On The Empty Streets

Author Note Didi Oviatt has a new WIP writing challenge for this month. It’s called The Temporary Insanity of Our Empty Streets 

Well, bloggers/writers, this month’s WIP Writing Challenge prompt is kind of a no brainer! I wanted to stick true to the chaos in the world right now, because we’re all stuck fighting a global pandemic, so clearly our Work In Progress characters are being affected in one way or another. Not only that, but as much as we want to use reading and writing as an escape from our current circumstances, which vary depending on our physical location on this pained planet Earth, we also want to shout our opinions from the rooftops!

I don’t want to hear of sickness and dying from the virus, because it’s real, and it’s too sad, and it’s scary AF!! But, if we want to shout out our daily insanities during a time of isolation, then why can’t our characters too? At first, I was torn between the prompts, ‘temporary insanity’ and ‘empty streets’… but then I decided, what the hell, why can’t I combine them?!?!?!

With that all said, here is my take on it!


The streets were empty and fear lived in the air.

There were no bustling crowds.

No rushing cars.

No teenagers.

No parents.

No groups of friends talking through their phones.

No Goodwill of the Month Club loitering on the street corners.

Ambrose could have thrown a penny down the sidewalk without hitting a single person.

And he was hungry.

He sniffed the air, hoping to catch a scent, good or bad. It didn’t matter which. He didn’t have the luxury of picking and choosing.

Not when the pickings were nonexistent.

I just want to go back home.

But I can’t. I know I can’t. Not until I’ve had my one bite. I just need one bite. Just one.

And I’ll be able to go home to her. She’s there waiting for me.

But I can’t come home with an empty stomach. I don’t want to bite her. I never want to bite her again.

His pupils widened as he caught a familiar scent. A wonderful, breathtaking, drool slathering, attention grabbing scent.

He ran to it before any other vampires could catch wind of it.

He ran unencumbered by crowds.

He ran fast.

He ran free.

He ran into a dim alley.

Slanted shadows obscured the right side of the alley, half-concealing trash and assorted litter.

But Ambrose didn’t smell refuse.

He smelled hot fudge and whipped cream and it beckoned lasciviously to him.

It was a flirt.

It was a provocative tease.

It was a waiting feast.

He slowed to a stop as a teenaged boy stepped out of the shadows.

The boy, Justin, smiled happily. “I was hoping you’d come.”

“Foolish boy. Some other vampire could have found you. And they wouldn’t have wasted time on nice conversation. They would have devoured you.”

Justin strolled up to him. “So? Devour me.”

Ambrose’s gaze fell on the boy’s exposed neck.

Justin tilted his head in expectation.

Ambrose lightly traced a line from the left side to the right side of the boy’s neck. “You smell so good.” he murmured as he gently turned the boy’s head into a better position.

“Do it. Bite me.”

Ambrose put his mouth close to Justin’s ear and whispered, “Not your neck. Wrist. I don’t want to make any mistakes tonight. I’m so hungry.”

Justin gasped, either from his word or his nearness. Maybe it was a bit of both. “I wish you’d bite my neck instead. I love how you make it feel.”

“Not tonight. Wrist. Or I go hunting for someone else.”

Justin straightened his head and offered his wrist to the vampire.

Ambrose accepted it. He kissed the middle of Justin’s wrist, which caused the boy to tremble. “Smells so good.”

So intoxicatingly good.

So good.



“Bite me.”

Ambrose did.





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