“What the heck is your problem?” The words were clear in my mind but meant nothing. “Stop!” I licked the rich blood off my sharp pinky nail and backed off. “I thought you like a little foreplay” I teased and attempted to move closer again. “You’re a freak, slicing me with your nail is not foreplay” his masculine voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desire. Slowly I stood and sauntered to the open window. This would be the third night in a row that I was unable to feed. I just couldn’t make sense of it. He was willing, relaxed and in my grasp. The sweet taste of him lingered in my mouth. What could I be doing wrong? Why were these human men suddenly able to say no to me? With the sun so close to setting there was no time to find another dinner partner. Disorientated footsteps and the latch of the back door catching as it closed, a sound usually so pleasing to my ears brought a sharp pain to my gut. With one final gaze at the soon to be dark sky I closed my blinds and prepared for a night of solitude.