I wrote this story years ago before I even knew what FFs are. But since I think it is too good to be messing around uselessly on my computer, I am putting it online here.
Ps .: The title is meant ironically

"True love"

"That's not fair! It's just not fair!" Shouts the young man in black. He angrily kicks a garbage can and it flies a few meters, but he ignores it.
Then he stares at the floor and clenches his fists. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He stands there for a while before he lifts his head again with tears in his eyes.
He is wearing black jeans, a long black coat and a black t-shirt.
It is night and hardly anyone notices how he hits a house wall with his fist so hard that his bones break in his hand.
He doesn't fight the pain, he even enjoys it. Only after a while does he take his fist off the wall and look at it.It is blood red and partially split open. He licks the blood off and then grins.
He needed that. He hasn't had any jokes or tasted blood in ages.
A couple of lovers walks behind him and looks at each other in love.
He turns and stares at her with cold eyes. Then it sprints to them with superhuman speed, grabs the girl by the head and pulls her around with such force that she is instantly dead.
Before the boy can scream, he rams his sound fist into the pit of his stomach and grabs his neck extremely hard with the injured hand. The boy strikes desperately and tries to break free, but he is too strong. Horror and sheer fear rise up in the boy and he continues to fight for his life, but it is in vain.
At some point he sags powerless. The man in black bends down and feels his pulse. Then he says, disappointed: "Already?"He shrugs his shoulders and then leans down to the girl. After he's done with her, he turns to the boy. Then he gets up satisfied.
He slowly runs his tongue over the pointy and now bloody canine teeth.
He feels how the bones in his hand come together again and the skin grows back together. In the back of his head he hears a voice whispering to him: "Welcome home."

Such a thing would have been impossible for him two days earlier. He was in love, it still is. She had woken him up something that was nothing like what he had experienced before.
Even sucking people out hadn't been as satisfying as being with her. Nothing was nicer for him. And now she is dead.
She was a young policewoman and met him when she got fresh from the academy. At that time he had a lot more life experience than she and her family.After all, he had been born more than two hundred years earlier.
Her first case was a murder committed by one of his rivals. It was actually just a small snack, even by his standards, but he still helped her, even though he had no idea why he was doing it.
He helped her solve the case, but ended up driving a stake through his rival's heart. The case went on record, but from that moment on it helped her over and over again.
At some point he realized what it actually was: love. At first it drove him crazy. How could a creature like him fall in love? But at some point he accepted it.
Although he never told her what he was, she fell in love with him too. He changed for her. He only drank animal blood, even began to eat human food again, just to eat with her.
He severed all connections with other beings of darkness and their groupings, became a loner, which is almost a death sentence for those like him.They got engaged three years later. He gave her the ring at a candlelit dinner in an expensive eatery.
They were already starting to talk about weddings and children. At the end of that evening she said goodbye with a long kiss and he watched her go for a long time.
And the next morning she was found dead. The diagnosis was shot.

He stretches the army up into the night sky and screams as loudly as he can: "I'M BACK!" Then he starts to laugh like a madman. After he has calmed down again, he heads for a store that he has not visited for a long time: The Disco Bloody Lady, a trendy disco among the creatures of the night.
The doorman pushes the bolt aside and eyes him suspiciously.
"What do you want?" He barks in a deep voice.
"I want to see Wally," he replies. Wally is a reliable informant and completely neutral trader who deals in artifacts and rare types of blood.The doorman closes the bolt again and then opens the door with a loud click.
"Come in. Haven't seen you in a long time, little one," he roars at him, because it's too loud to talk normally.
"I know, I am amazed that you still recognize me. How much does the fun actually cost now?" Asks the young man in black.
"Actually seven dollars, but we'll make an exception for you, it's free for you."
"Thanks, how did I deserve this?"
"You used to bring me a can of dog food", says the big werewolf and pats him on the shoulder with a hairy paw.
Then he goes in and looks around. He immediately spots Wally at one of the tables in the very back of a corner, he can't be overlooked with his bald, swollen head, his ashen skin and the four tentacles that cover his mouth.
He pushes his way through the crowd of dance mad and other crazy people, pushes a fellow of the same species to the side who is suckling a girl and rudely pushes some mortals aside.Finally, after a real battle, he arrives at Wally's.
This is just sucking out a human head with its mouth, which is hidden under the four tentacles, and does not even notice it.
"Wally!" He yells at him. No reaction.
He tries again, but louder: "Wally!"
Still none. When it didn't work even after the third and fourth attempt, he tore Wally's head away from between the tentacles.
Wally immediately opens her eyes and looks around with panicked looks.
"Give me my drink back!" Wally commands in his drooling voice.
"Here." He hands him his head, by the way a child's head that now has a big hole in the back of the head from which Wally slowly sucks the brain.
"Thanks." Wally looks at him with angry eyes, but then calms down again.
"What do you want from me?"
"Just a few pieces of information, it won't take long."
"You said that last time and then we haggled over the price for four hours, bloodsuckers.""Oh, that was only three and a half, brain eater. Now tell me what I want to know!"
"How about if you tell me what you want to know first? Huh?"
“Don't act like that, you can read minds.” He grabs Wally by the collar of his black and purple robe and pulls him up.
Wally looks him in the eye for a moment. Then he says, "The largest warehouse on Pier Fourteen."
The bloodsucker lets go of Wally, but continues to stare at him for a while, as if he's waiting for something.
"What else do you want? You have what you wanted!", Wally screeches.
"How much does the fun cost me?"
"Nothing at all. You can't afford the normal price and if I didn't tell you, you'd probably kill me." Wally puts his "drink" to his mouth again, but it's empty.
He throws it aside contemptuously and waves the waitress over with a tentacle.
"What's it going to be Wally?" She asks.
"Another kid's head, but this time a girl who was around seven years old, please."“Coming right away.” The waitress turns and goes to the counter.
The bloodsucker reaches into his pocket and takes out a ten dollar bill.
"I'll pay you the drink, I owe you that." Then he leaves.
"You owe me a lot more, dirty vein sucker!" Wally yells after him.

In the largest warehouse on Pier Fourteen, three men are sitting at a table counting money. Behind them, someone else is driving some boxes to their destination with a forklift. In them are weapons, both large and small. Everything from revolvers to missiles is included.
Suddenly the door opens behind them and a fifth man comes in.
"How did it go, Jack?" Asks one of the men at the table.
"Very well, the cops will put the case on file. They have no idea who could have shot the bitch, especially not me." He grins and sits down next to his partners.
"Yeah, that was a pretty successful week, don't you think?", clarifies a dark-skinned man.
The others nod. The man in the forklift shouts to them: "We sold more than thirty tons of weapons, that's a really successful week."
Nod again. "And we got rid of a snoop", says a guy with a long scar on his left cheek. He forms a pistol with one hand and pretends to shoot. The others laugh dirty.
Jack pretends to have a machine gun in his hand and then makes machine gun noises with his mouth. The guy across from him shudders playfully and then falls from the chair laughing. The man from the forklift joins them and they toast a successful week.
Suddenly a person dressed in black lands on the table from above and kicks them all off the table with one leg. Then he jumps up, lands on the dark-skinned man's face and breaks his nose straight away. Immediately he steps once on the black man's chest and breaks all of his ribs, so that some dig into his heart.One of the men tries to pull his gun, but the guy in black jumps over the table, grabs his arm and balls him out. The man screams, but not for long: The creepy guy tears his head off his shoulders and a real fountain of blood spurts out of the piece of body on which a head was previously sitting and was called the neckline.
The other three men try to escape, but they don't get very far. The first of them falls lengthways after a crossbow bolt pierces its chest. He's losing a lot of blood but tries to keep walking. After a few meters he just stumbled until he finally fell. He crawls a few more meters before another bolt is chased through his head and gives him the coup de grace.
The second man, the one with the scar, doesn't get much further. After about ten meters the man in black lands in front of him and hits him in the face.The guy with the scar staggers back before this human monster slits open his stomach and then his chest with a knife on the back of his hand. The bowels slap on the floor and he