
My answer to the 'Killing Time' challenge is the drabble below, a brief tale of a dark period in Mick's life, when blood was all.
My thanks to Fleur, my unsuspecting, but most gracious beta.

Killing Time
Shadows are like absent lovers.
Enveloped in their dark embrace, you feel nothing but yourself,
Hungry for more than what they can give.
Shelter from the light, promise of the night.
A shadow myself, I wait, killing time
Until someone approaches.
Their fear enticing, their blood inviting,
Take me!
I close my eyes, body and soul hardened by desire.
Visions of penetrating flesh, not to give life, but to take it,
Savoring blood’s warmth
Are almost enough.
But they’re not. They never are.
The hunger’s too great, the urge too strong.
So in shadow I’ll hide until it’s
Killing time.