11-05-2007, 10:21 PM
Pallid skin made for quite the eye catching figure, however that was simply what surroundings were for when stalking a prey. Ashen skin was not a disadvantage, but the opposite when it came to moving around. Why, one might ask, but the answer simply wasn’t that simple. Many people would pass the form off for a ghost, or some other figment of the imagination and simply keep moving. After all, real people didn’t have skin this pale, did they? Perhaps those whom spent all of their time indoors away from the sunlight, which rang true for vampires, but you normally don’t see those kinds of people out walking around. However, it wasn’t often one saw people walking around in this town anyway.
It was named The Devil’s Playground for a reason. And in the haughty mind of this vampire, he was the reason it was named such.
Those two placid creatures whom called themselves vampires that stayed here, didn’t deserve any credit for the name of the town. It was a wonder they were even still breathing, as a creature of the night needed blood to sustain itself, or they would slowly wither and die. This one took his fill whenever it was an option, you see, which left little room to grow weak. Perhaps it even put a bit of color into his cheeks, with fresh blood running through his veins. Colorless was still the color of choice, for the body at least, and in clothing, only the murkiest hues of obsidian would do. Skin tight to boot, after all, with leather straps holding the outfit onto its owner…
“Hark, alas, what be heard from yonder square? Prey I do spot, and prey they shall become. Run, run little ones, you shant live through the night.”
A sort of shrill laughter from across the town, bolting outward from behind the farthest building from where the group had been was all that could be noticed. Was it laughter of insanity? The chortle itself seemed to be filled with madness, sadistic and cruel madness. This would be one pleasant night indeed, for tonight Kamui dines within town. Much better then having to stalk for food elsewhere or lure travelers inside. After all, whom else could have sabotaged the car to ensure the little sheep stayed where they were needed?
As soon as the laughter was finished, there could be a obsidian blur darting through the open street, if anyone could make out black upon black, which was doubtful within this town. However, if any could, well his prey would be frightened…Fear made the vitae taste all the richer…
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