Sex, Blood and Rock & Roll in the streets of Los Angeles
October 1, 1986
It never takes long for the call. The desire to feed. The need. Like the great 1983 film The Hunger, the blood calls to us. I am stronger than that. I call to the blood, and usually, my victims feed on me.
The pretty blonde was out of place in that smokey room of thrashing metal and sticky floors. Her hair-metal, butt-rock boyfriend though…