[i There was a time when I loved the feeling of my heart racing but now it just signified heat, power and change... and not all worked together.]
The view from the fourth floor of his apartment wasn’t great but it was poetic. So many stories happened on this street. Some beautiful, some traumatic. It might have been located in the shitty part of town but for a man like him, it was a perfect distraction. But like all distractions, it had to come to an end.
A cloud of smoke filled the small room, obscuring his view of the window for only a moment. He pushed himself off the tattered arm chair and snuffed the cigarette into the tray beside him. It was Friday night. Time for his usual drunken party of one. There was going to be an obscure band at the bar he usually frequented which was the most interesting thing to happen this week. Maybe a new face to gauke at. Damn... it’s been so long since he had a new body. Unfortunatley, once you know everyone on this fucking block, you only see the same folks at the same bar.
Delgado grabbed his familiar leather jacket off the floor and slipped it on as he exited the apartment. He lit another cigarette as he took the metal steps down to the ground floor and out onto the lit sidewalks. The Wreck Bar wasn’t too far, a few blocks maybe. It only took him about twenty minutes to walk. Plenty of time to cool his body temperature.
The city was often busy around 9:00pm. The nightlife was one of the only things you can do around this end and many took advantage of that. There was a crowd forming ahead, making him slightly weary. When they brushed his shoulder, their smell filled his nostrils. Hot blood and pheromones. He could smell a lot about a person especially when tensions were high. It’s the kind of thing that brought the monster out to play.
[right [i It makes my mouth water.]]
Delgado shouldered a young man, stumbling slightly and trying to control his breath. It had been too long since he’d changed. He needed to get out of the crowds. He needed to get a drink. [#cc000b “Sorry,”] he breathed, looking back at the brunette. [#cc000b “Rough start, you know.”] He took a step back and took a drag of his cigarette, feeling the nicotine put him at ease.