Post by Loch on Sept 28, 2005 13:52:24 GMT -5
Oh how he loathed this part of the city, everything was cheaply made and dirty. It was too close to the South End for his taste. Loch grimaced at the pile of black trash bags which were heaped into a pyramid next to the path he was walking. More a stroll actually, the vampire never really walked.
Moving on, Loch looked up, something he would do often, and was almost immediately lost in the starry-abyss of the night. Thoughts of life in general would fill his head. For example, whether or not he was going to hell. This troubled the vampire to an extent of fearful chills that raced up and down his spine. The things he had done, the people he killed. Damnation was not something he had asked for, not in his power. Though Loch was not exactly a good samaritan when it came to work. Even when he was mortal he lied and cheated humans and demons alike out of great sums of money. Then again, he did pay a price. His fathers life was traded for the cons they had pulled off in the past.
The vampire heaved a sigh out of his lungs and looked down. Back to earth, back to reality, back to life. He had almost forgotten his thirst. It had been seeks since his last kill (for food anyway) and was anxious for a drink.
The Mulhorand Park was, for the most part, deserted. The occasional stink of an imp or demon would waft over, but nothing more. Nothing alive that is. The ground around here reeked of rotting garbage and the occasional body. The carcasses were humans, though most ingeniously hidden. Had he been a mortal, these murdered victims would have been nothing more than a few lumps on the ground or a pile of chicken bones. To a vampire however, the mortal stench was not one to forget.
The moon was high and illuminating the dusty path before him, though he needed no light. His nocturnal eyes were used to the dark. Maybe it was a bit too dark. No one was around. Just the dead... and the indeed.
Moving on, Loch looked up, something he would do often, and was almost immediately lost in the starry-abyss of the night. Thoughts of life in general would fill his head. For example, whether or not he was going to hell. This troubled the vampire to an extent of fearful chills that raced up and down his spine. The things he had done, the people he killed. Damnation was not something he had asked for, not in his power. Though Loch was not exactly a good samaritan when it came to work. Even when he was mortal he lied and cheated humans and demons alike out of great sums of money. Then again, he did pay a price. His fathers life was traded for the cons they had pulled off in the past.
The vampire heaved a sigh out of his lungs and looked down. Back to earth, back to reality, back to life. He had almost forgotten his thirst. It had been seeks since his last kill (for food anyway) and was anxious for a drink.
The Mulhorand Park was, for the most part, deserted. The occasional stink of an imp or demon would waft over, but nothing more. Nothing alive that is. The ground around here reeked of rotting garbage and the occasional body. The carcasses were humans, though most ingeniously hidden. Had he been a mortal, these murdered victims would have been nothing more than a few lumps on the ground or a pile of chicken bones. To a vampire however, the mortal stench was not one to forget.
The moon was high and illuminating the dusty path before him, though he needed no light. His nocturnal eyes were used to the dark. Maybe it was a bit too dark. No one was around. Just the dead... and the indeed.
