New England, 1596
It was almost sunrise...and he was beginning to become extremely impatient. He had to find food, quickly! The hunger was building and building as every second passed.
"He" whom I am referring to, is Arin...who is one of the eternal creatures of the night. A vampire. Cold, with no beating heart, he crushes almost everything in his past ultimately. Brown hair, Green eyes, and a swimmers body, he can tempt anyone he pleases to.
He wears black clothes all the time and always has an air of animousity about him (like most vamps) This particular vampire, unknown to him, was about to have the most important moment in his 239 years...anyway, we return to our "hero". Arin walked down the dark and dangy street, looking with renewed desperation, breathing heavily as is perfect vision became red.
Damn. The blood frenzy would begin soon...if he didn't get some food. Arin could not control himself in a frenzy and would kill any man, woman, child, or whatever other beast would dare cross his path. Arin sniffed the air hungrily, looking for decent prey.
"Ahhhh..." he sighed to himself...a drunk...he would not be missed. He followed the stench of beer and cheer cologne and found a pot-bellied pig sitting at a wooden door laughing his drunken head off. "Stupid Hore.." the drunk mumered. The drunk finally spotted him and flashed his yellow, grimy teeth.
"Well hello prettyboy, what are staring at??? Oh, your lookin' at a real man, huh?" he laughed at his little joke and went back to mumbling to himself. The drunk would not escape his fate tonight...as dreaded a fate as it was. "Little man, dont you have somewhere to go?" The man said, actually sounding a bit nervous.
"Damn, stop looking at me like that." he said looking quite bit nervous now. Too late. "Please...no!!!" were the last words that came out of the drunks mouth before Arin's teeth sunk into his neck.
~0O0~
Fern was a normal household woman for her mistress, Lady Tiana, the bitch. She was a beautiful young woman, who would only be pretty if her spirit wasn't so wild.
She was more than charming to most people and had many heavy burdens put upon her slender, white shoulders. She had big dreams, short choppy blonde hair, (uncommon for most english woman at that time) and violet eyes...midnight eyes.
The only thing that was in her beautiful eyes as she walked through the one of the most filthy and crime-wridden bowels of New England...was fear. Afraid she was of many dangers, mugging, rape , killed...or vampires.
She had heard many rumors of vampires in this part of England. But the only thing that kept her going was the threat of a whipping for not listening to lady Tiana's order to pick up her new dress. Lady Tiana's dress, straight from Paris, like she had been ordered by the lady herself to do.
She was making her way down the street when she saw two men, one seemed to be completely drunk and was limp in the others arm. While the other, a hansome brown-haired man was dragging him. As she watched she couldn't help but feel sorry for both of them and turned to leave quickly...as she began to run down the street, she didn't see a bloody face and green eyes snap up to catch a glance at her.
~0O0~
He still felt the blood flowing through his veins and almost ran to attack the small woman, he could only see the back of her head and back walking slowly down the alley accross from him, he didn't think she saw anything...but...he had to make certain.
He searched her mind to see what she knew and found nothing of the incident. He also found that her name was Fern...what a lovely name.
He was inthralled by the womans mind though, it seemed as if the knowledge and memories never ended. It entertained him and he began to follow her unconciously.