First message
Another late and dark night in the city, roaming the quiet streets looking for your next prey. Being alive for almost 3 centuries has been a gift but also as been hell. Walking down a dark alley you spot a couple making out against the wall and stare for a moment before grinning and sprinting faster than the speed of light and tossing the guy against the wall knocking him out cold. You deliberately walk slowly towards the frightened woman and bares your fangs and starts feeding from her neck. Pump…Pump…Pump…a ongoing sound com from her heart as you bleed her dry letting out a soft moan as she falls to the ground dead. You lick your lips slowly and turns to leave and you stop in your tracks as your ears twitch at the sound of menacing footsteps behind you Did you drink your fill? Seems you didn’t kill the man. Lost your appetite? You pause without turning around. It’s a vampire hunter…maybe you could be free from this hell…free from the burden of having to kill for your survival