Post by Kujika on Jun 5, 2010 15:12:55 GMT -8
The sun had already set, and the once bright skies that rose above beautiful Paris had now plunged into absolute darkness. The black veil that was the sky was covered in a multitude of jewels, glimmering like tiny diamonds against the jet-black night. The starry sky was breathtaking, but not as much as the fascinating city that dwelled below. The vibrant city was slowly retiring, the cars passing by lessened by the minute. Tourists were going back to their respective hotels, tired from roaming around the city all day. What was there not to love about Paris? it was one of the world's leading business and cultural centers, and is undeniably one of the world's top tourist destinations. With the many iconic landmarks it possesses, who wouldn't be attracted to its exquisite beauty and culture? That's what they all came for. But then again, there are those who have different intentions.
A lone shadow moved through the night with slow and certain steps. The figure of a man emerged from the darkness, his eyes dark and deep, thoughts swimming in them. He paused for a while and looked up at the night sky. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips, his eyelids falling shut. For a short while he felt calm, and in his mind the world stopped, the hands of the clocks were stuck in their places. He filled his lings with air, though he knew he didn't really need it. He was dead after all. But he got to exist forever; the thought played in his mind for a few more moments. He wasn't scared of forever. What he was afraid of, well, he didn't really know. But at the back of his mind he was. If he could only find out what.
He shook off his thoughts; this night was going to be different. Taking a step forward, his eyes scanned the almost empty streets. A smile flitted across his lips as he continued moving, each step slow and sure. For more than a century now he walked the streets of the world, ready to take any challenge that was thrown at him.
Vinicius knew exactly why he was here. For blood. For hunting. The scenes of one of his killings played inside his mind; a couple. He could well remember the way his fangs had sunk into their necks, draining them of their precious blood. They were so weak; yet their blood satisfied him more than ever. A word echoed inside his mind as he recalled the incident: murderer. He despised the thought with all his soul, but it was his inevitable reality. He was a killer.
The frown on his face turned into a slight smile as he told himself once more the reason he was here. He was here for the daughter. The one he simply let through his fingers. He could almost feel it once more, the way his fangs grazed across her skin, the way he spoke to her in an almost whisper. He needed to find her. Annette, as he later had known her name to be, was in Paris. The scent of her blood was imprinted on his mind, and his stomach growled lowly as the sweet fragrance made him hunger once more. He knew she was here. Vinicius could almost say he was sure she was near. Turning his head to the left, then to the right, he scanned the streets for her, for the scent of her blood. There was no stopping him. Not tonight. He wasn't leaving Paris without getting what he wants.
A lone shadow moved through the night with slow and certain steps. The figure of a man emerged from the darkness, his eyes dark and deep, thoughts swimming in them. He paused for a while and looked up at the night sky. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips, his eyelids falling shut. For a short while he felt calm, and in his mind the world stopped, the hands of the clocks were stuck in their places. He filled his lings with air, though he knew he didn't really need it. He was dead after all. But he got to exist forever; the thought played in his mind for a few more moments. He wasn't scared of forever. What he was afraid of, well, he didn't really know. But at the back of his mind he was. If he could only find out what.
He shook off his thoughts; this night was going to be different. Taking a step forward, his eyes scanned the almost empty streets. A smile flitted across his lips as he continued moving, each step slow and sure. For more than a century now he walked the streets of the world, ready to take any challenge that was thrown at him.
Vinicius knew exactly why he was here. For blood. For hunting. The scenes of one of his killings played inside his mind; a couple. He could well remember the way his fangs had sunk into their necks, draining them of their precious blood. They were so weak; yet their blood satisfied him more than ever. A word echoed inside his mind as he recalled the incident: murderer. He despised the thought with all his soul, but it was his inevitable reality. He was a killer.
The frown on his face turned into a slight smile as he told himself once more the reason he was here. He was here for the daughter. The one he simply let through his fingers. He could almost feel it once more, the way his fangs grazed across her skin, the way he spoke to her in an almost whisper. He needed to find her. Annette, as he later had known her name to be, was in Paris. The scent of her blood was imprinted on his mind, and his stomach growled lowly as the sweet fragrance made him hunger once more. He knew she was here. Vinicius could almost say he was sure she was near. Turning his head to the left, then to the right, he scanned the streets for her, for the scent of her blood. There was no stopping him. Not tonight. He wasn't leaving Paris without getting what he wants.