Post by marcus118 on Nov 6, 2009 21:08:42 GMT -5
Darkness had claimed the entrance hallway, small rays of light filtered through the boarded up windows casting an eerie glow on the surrounding walls. Dust held deposits all along the floor, speaking volumes about the amount of time the small apartment building had been empty. Rats scurried along the floor, hunting for any morsel of food to sustain their lives. All around, one factor still remained dominant over the rest. The silence, it layed over everything, a force not to be reckoned with or rivaled by any element within the abandoned building. The only sounds to even pierce the encroaching silence was the clicking feet of the rats, but even then, their small little clicking steps were swallowed up, barely even registering in any of the rooms.
However, that silence was suddenly killed as the door erupted open. Hurried breaths were heard from the figure before a slight gasp of pain exited quivering lips. The gasp clearly identified the figure as female, and the hand at her side suggested an injury there. Yet, in seconds the woman was charging into the apartment building, running blindly, stumbling, feeling her way along. If a place to hide was what she was looking for, then the apartment would be sufficient. However, that sufficiency depended on what exactly was tracking the poor woman.
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The wind rushed past him, ruffling not only his suit but his full head of previously combed hair. Whatever work the comb had done was demolished by his speed as he followed that mouth watering scent. Occasionly drops of blood were on the ground, telling him quietly that he was moving in the right direction. White fangs showed as the vampire grinned deviously, it had been three days since he’d last fed. He didn’t exactly need to feed, but he was going to regardless. The smells of the city intruded his nose as he plowed into them quite bluntly. They diluted the scent of the warm pumping blood in that womans veins, but not enough that he would lose track of her. The vampire rounded a corner, deftly jumping over an overturned barricade.
She could only run for so long after that wound he’d inflicted on her, a nice light laceration across her abs. It wasn’t life threatening, but she would definitely loose blood and become slow, clumsy, dumb. The vampires hand tightened around his blackened steel cane in hand as he recalled the taste of her blood on his fingers. His excited tongue had licked the appendages clean of the substance, sampling her taste for the very first time. The slight coppery taste he’d gotten from his fingers only thrilled him more and pushed him even harder into the chase. His eyes had flaired with a malice and desire for blood that few, if any ever lived to tell about.
However, it seemed his journey had finally come to it’s source as his footsteps ceased in front of a door that had been recently knocked down. Chuckling to himself, the vampire casually strolled up to the door as if he had all the time in the world. With not a care in the world he sniffed the doorframe, gaining the evidence that his soon to be victim was inside the darkened halls of the apartment building. “Too easy.” He spoke to himself calmly as he crossed the threshold. She wasn’t a very smart one, and the path she’d taken was defined by the footprints illustrated on the floor. That was the thing about some of these places, the floor held a very light coating of dust that could make someone very easy to track. Obviously, the woman didn’t care, didn’t know, or just was in too much of a hurry to cover her tracks from him. Either way, he was about to have dinner.
Confidently, Donovan stepped forward into the darkness, carefully scanning from side to side. What his eyes saw, caused him to lick his lips. A splotch of blood was on the wall, clearly made by a bloodied hand. The vampire moved over to the wall, and pressed his hand against the smaller print. Pulled the limb away, the front of his hand was painted red, and without hesitation, he gave it a rather long lick. The liquid pooled on his tongue as a very visible shiver ran down his spine from the coppery substance. She did taste divine, and he was about to get the full course meal. Enough of the samples.
However, Donovan looked down at his shoes and suddenly his voice changed to something ringing with annoyance in the tone. “Dammit woman. Now look what you’ve done.” A handkerchief was slipped from his suits pocket as he began wiping grime off his shoes. “You better have the money to pay for these!” He yelled just loud enough for his voice to filter through the halls. Upon finishing his task, his eyes saw separate drops of blood on the floor, giving him another clue in the direction she’d gone. In a rather poor lullaby tune, Donny’s voice lifted once again. “Drip, drop, droop, the faucet said to me.” The last word that left his lips was his signal to move forward again until he came to another opened door. Yes, she was a slow one.
The vampire crossed into the room to see the woman, stricken with fear in the darkened conditions. She couldn’t see him, but it was clear she knew he was in the room. However, her whimpers were beginning to grind on his nerves. Knee’s bent as the undead tracker crouched low and brought a finger to his lips, as if she could see it. “Shhhhhh, it won’t hurt for long.” With that said, he snapped acrossed the room and commenced his meal.
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Several minutes later, the vampire exited the front door of the apartment building and spun his cane in hand. With a cheery smile on his face, he began walking down the street to nowhere in particular.
However, that silence was suddenly killed as the door erupted open. Hurried breaths were heard from the figure before a slight gasp of pain exited quivering lips. The gasp clearly identified the figure as female, and the hand at her side suggested an injury there. Yet, in seconds the woman was charging into the apartment building, running blindly, stumbling, feeling her way along. If a place to hide was what she was looking for, then the apartment would be sufficient. However, that sufficiency depended on what exactly was tracking the poor woman.
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The wind rushed past him, ruffling not only his suit but his full head of previously combed hair. Whatever work the comb had done was demolished by his speed as he followed that mouth watering scent. Occasionly drops of blood were on the ground, telling him quietly that he was moving in the right direction. White fangs showed as the vampire grinned deviously, it had been three days since he’d last fed. He didn’t exactly need to feed, but he was going to regardless. The smells of the city intruded his nose as he plowed into them quite bluntly. They diluted the scent of the warm pumping blood in that womans veins, but not enough that he would lose track of her. The vampire rounded a corner, deftly jumping over an overturned barricade.
She could only run for so long after that wound he’d inflicted on her, a nice light laceration across her abs. It wasn’t life threatening, but she would definitely loose blood and become slow, clumsy, dumb. The vampires hand tightened around his blackened steel cane in hand as he recalled the taste of her blood on his fingers. His excited tongue had licked the appendages clean of the substance, sampling her taste for the very first time. The slight coppery taste he’d gotten from his fingers only thrilled him more and pushed him even harder into the chase. His eyes had flaired with a malice and desire for blood that few, if any ever lived to tell about.
However, it seemed his journey had finally come to it’s source as his footsteps ceased in front of a door that had been recently knocked down. Chuckling to himself, the vampire casually strolled up to the door as if he had all the time in the world. With not a care in the world he sniffed the doorframe, gaining the evidence that his soon to be victim was inside the darkened halls of the apartment building. “Too easy.” He spoke to himself calmly as he crossed the threshold. She wasn’t a very smart one, and the path she’d taken was defined by the footprints illustrated on the floor. That was the thing about some of these places, the floor held a very light coating of dust that could make someone very easy to track. Obviously, the woman didn’t care, didn’t know, or just was in too much of a hurry to cover her tracks from him. Either way, he was about to have dinner.
Confidently, Donovan stepped forward into the darkness, carefully scanning from side to side. What his eyes saw, caused him to lick his lips. A splotch of blood was on the wall, clearly made by a bloodied hand. The vampire moved over to the wall, and pressed his hand against the smaller print. Pulled the limb away, the front of his hand was painted red, and without hesitation, he gave it a rather long lick. The liquid pooled on his tongue as a very visible shiver ran down his spine from the coppery substance. She did taste divine, and he was about to get the full course meal. Enough of the samples.
However, Donovan looked down at his shoes and suddenly his voice changed to something ringing with annoyance in the tone. “Dammit woman. Now look what you’ve done.” A handkerchief was slipped from his suits pocket as he began wiping grime off his shoes. “You better have the money to pay for these!” He yelled just loud enough for his voice to filter through the halls. Upon finishing his task, his eyes saw separate drops of blood on the floor, giving him another clue in the direction she’d gone. In a rather poor lullaby tune, Donny’s voice lifted once again. “Drip, drop, droop, the faucet said to me.” The last word that left his lips was his signal to move forward again until he came to another opened door. Yes, she was a slow one.
The vampire crossed into the room to see the woman, stricken with fear in the darkened conditions. She couldn’t see him, but it was clear she knew he was in the room. However, her whimpers were beginning to grind on his nerves. Knee’s bent as the undead tracker crouched low and brought a finger to his lips, as if she could see it. “Shhhhhh, it won’t hurt for long.” With that said, he snapped acrossed the room and commenced his meal.
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Several minutes later, the vampire exited the front door of the apartment building and spun his cane in hand. With a cheery smile on his face, he began walking down the street to nowhere in particular.