It wouldn't be too hard to get blood around here, really — cooperation from the government or the other imports is all it would take, he figures, but that isn't the way he likes to do it. His pride stops him from asking for help, which when coupled with his strong desire for control fueling the rush he gets from taking blood forcefully, the thought didn't even occur to him. Eventually though, the bodies drained of blood would draw a lot of attention. It wouldn't be long before someone discovered his aversion to sunlight and put it all together, outing him as a vampire and then connecting him to the corpses. He's considering the idea of trying out that new power of his once he's finished draining the first one, see if he can't cover his tracks that way.

But there would be time for that later. He'd held off on feeding to avoid drawing suspicion right away, but after three weeks it's taking it's toll. He feels weaker than he usually is, not something he can't live with, but he couldn't take any chances. He didn't want to be at anything but his full strength should anything go down, so it was time to act. He can practically smell the scent of blood as Mako inadvertently comes closer to his own position in some darkened alley, out of the way of the main streets. He repositions himself to await her arrival, knowing she's coming down this way...

And then, once he spots her passing, Dio emerges and drives his hand towards her from behind. The way his fingers slide into her neck through her skin is unnatural, supernaturally so, but the moment they do blood begins forcefully draining it's way through his fingers and into his body, revitalizing him with every passing second he manages to keep a hold of her. It had been so long he almost forgot how good it felt.