Post by Buffy Summers on Mar 26, 2007 20:58:07 GMT 12
William sat silently brooding as he watched the moon rise further and further into the night sky. He could sit for hours, just thinking, planning- or at least until the scent of fresh blood hinted upon the breeze. Then it was his turn to hunt. This night was one of those nights.
It was a female, weak by the smell of it. She was drunk. Perfect. He leapt down from the rooftop, silently trailing her until she came to a stop. He sped down and appeared behind her, where he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, and before she had time to scream, he sunk his fangs deep into the warm depths of her throat.
After he had drained her dry, he threw the body aside like a rag doll and wiped the oozing blood trickling down his chin. He turned his face skywards and roared, letting the world know that it was his night to hunt.
It was a female, weak by the smell of it. She was drunk. Perfect. He leapt down from the rooftop, silently trailing her until she came to a stop. He sped down and appeared behind her, where he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, and before she had time to scream, he sunk his fangs deep into the warm depths of her throat.
After he had drained her dry, he threw the body aside like a rag doll and wiped the oozing blood trickling down his chin. He turned his face skywards and roared, letting the world know that it was his night to hunt.
