Life Bites {Open}

[DAMIEN BLACK]

He was nearly giddy. He was finally leaving his shabby apartment to explore the sights and more importantly, the people therein. A certain hunger that he knew all too well crashed within him. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips as he wandered toward the docks. It seemed to be a rather isolated place, which was exactly the kind of place he preferred. The real trick was finding a victim that was dumb enough to fall for his multitude of tricks. For the time being, he had ceased in his efforts to stalk Isabella around the city, instead opting to explore the other places, along with all their wonders and the intoxicating promise of blood.

His eyes probably reflected such hunger, but he knew enough to keep it under wraps when it was time to actually go in and get what he rightfully considered his. What did he consider his, you ask? Well, the blood, of course. He walked, talked and acted as if he owned the very earth that he walked upon. In his opinion, the humans were there for him to use at his discretion. He had killed nearly, every human he ever came into contact with. There was just one exception, and that had come back to bite him in the ass.

Usually, he was used to such things but for whatever reason, it broke past his shell and bothered him far more than he'd ever like to admit. Yawning quietly, he rolled his shoulders as he wandered toward one of the few buildings, leaning his tall, slender frame against it with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest. He appeared to be waiting for something and knowing him, he probably was. Actually, scratch that. He was waiting for something or rather, somebody. With a quiet glance toward the sky, he noticed that the sun would soon be dipping behind the trees for the remainder of the night, which meant that the workers would soon be leaving. What better victim than one that was probably already half-asleep?

His argument was only strengthened, considering he was choosing to be rather lazy. Well, to be blunt, he was lazy in most cases, unless the victim piqued his interest to the point where he actually wanted a fight of some sort or another. Truly, humans amused him to no end. Certainly, he had once been a human but some, dumb broad had ruined that when all he had wanted from her was sex. Then again, it had worked out in his favor. As long as he didn't get caught, he'd be able to keep doing the one thing that had made him happy the past, ninety-five years. That thing, was of course, murdering others, just for the sake of draining them dry and leaving their bodies to rot in public for the whole world to see, not that he really gave a damn.

Word Count: 491
Tagged: Open
Notes: The fun begins
Inspiration: Night of the Hunter - Thirty Seconds to Mars

[npcaccount]

A young man had just decided to switch his plans. Instead of going home to his wife and two little twin boys, he decided to go a different route. After informing his family of his new path decision, he left towards the docks. He approached them, and it was quiet. This was an odd thing, usually the docks were pouring with people. Today, no one was here. "Oh well, all the water for me!" The man stated, then turned his back.

Noises were heard, and he jumped a little. The man turned his head, and looked towards the distant building. That building was very old, and had been there for many years. It was part of the family that built the docks, and was over 50 years old. He looked at it with curiosity. Naturally, he was human. Stupid little human, he walked towards the noise. What he found was a man. "Oh, nice to meet a sir! Do'ya need a partnuh out here on thuh docks?" His words were very southern sounding, and accent that meant he was from somewhere south. He stared at the the man, curious still.

[DAMIEN BLACK]

A dark, steady gaze took in the sight of the human while nostrils flared, taking in the succulent scent of what he so craved. Typically, men weren't his style but alas, he didn't have the time nor the patience to be picky. After all, after this feed, he had some partying to do, if you get my meaning. A part of him, although long since dead, stirred within the confines of his warped mind. Perhaps, it was pity or remorse yet the reason, he knew not. "Perhaps,"

he drawled in that same, Southern accent as an inviting smile tugged at his lips, curving them upward to reveal rather blunt teeth, although that would soon be changing. Idly he gestured toward the docks.

The smile never faltered, despite the sinister idea brewing within his very core. "You first, partner,"

[/color] he chirped with a chuckle. Usually, phase one was gaining the trust of the intended victim. Phase two was getting said victim alone, where nobody could hear the sounds of fear mixed with an abstract form of pleasure while the very life was drained from their veins. Phase three was rather obvious and involved the actual draining of the victim. From there, one usually did whatever the hell they pleased, throwing caution and all sense of logic to the wind. He quelled the impatience that blossomed within his chest, ignoring the scent of whatever family the man was soon to leave behind as he parted from this life to the next.

Word Count: 251
Tagged: NPC/Open
Notes: Get readyyy~.
Inspiration: Blood - My Chemical Romance[/blockquote][/size][/color][/justify][/blockquote]