Post by {X}Fawn on Aug 6, 2006 6:51:09 GMT -5
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They seem normal, do vampires. They look like humans, act like humans, exept at night. So, what was so wrong with being one? They could flip any creature belly up in moments, and then drink it's blood, but she couldn't find a reason to!
Fawn was a subtle vampire, an all clean, good side vampire. But she had been having trouble 'drinking'. She just couldn't bring herself to drink anymore! It didn't used to be a problem, so why now? Why right before council? It was starting to get annoying, and she was starting to get weak, so she was here for a little try at getting a drink. Picking her next victim, if you like. She checked no-one was around, pressing her fingers against the wall of the church, and letting her fingernails sink in. She scaled the wall easily, her fingernails holding her in place above the door.
It was closing time, and it was time for the janitor to go home. Fawn's ears picked up on him putting his broom away, whistling that ever familiar tune, and heading for the door. A small grin appeared on her fang-less teeth, and she stayed quiet until he had locked up. When he began on his way, that was when she pounced, a flurry of a black cloak, a breath of knock-out gas later, and she had the janitor floored. She slipped his trousers down slightly, until she found the vein she needed, and she pierced his skin and his vein with her thumb nail.
She drank, not enjoying it, but knowing she had to. The salty, hot liquid running down her throat and into the waiting stomach below. She healed up his leg, her spit working wonders against the small gash. She glanced up, noting nothing with her eyes, and nothing with her ears. She did the man's trousers up again, and headed for a wall, scaling up it and just sitting on it until the morning. The janitor would be knocked out for quite some time yet.
They seem normal, do vampires. They look like humans, act like humans, exept at night. So, what was so wrong with being one? They could flip any creature belly up in moments, and then drink it's blood, but she couldn't find a reason to!
Fawn was a subtle vampire, an all clean, good side vampire. But she had been having trouble 'drinking'. She just couldn't bring herself to drink anymore! It didn't used to be a problem, so why now? Why right before council? It was starting to get annoying, and she was starting to get weak, so she was here for a little try at getting a drink. Picking her next victim, if you like. She checked no-one was around, pressing her fingers against the wall of the church, and letting her fingernails sink in. She scaled the wall easily, her fingernails holding her in place above the door.
It was closing time, and it was time for the janitor to go home. Fawn's ears picked up on him putting his broom away, whistling that ever familiar tune, and heading for the door. A small grin appeared on her fang-less teeth, and she stayed quiet until he had locked up. When he began on his way, that was when she pounced, a flurry of a black cloak, a breath of knock-out gas later, and she had the janitor floored. She slipped his trousers down slightly, until she found the vein she needed, and she pierced his skin and his vein with her thumb nail.
She drank, not enjoying it, but knowing she had to. The salty, hot liquid running down her throat and into the waiting stomach below. She healed up his leg, her spit working wonders against the small gash. She glanced up, noting nothing with her eyes, and nothing with her ears. She did the man's trousers up again, and headed for a wall, scaling up it and just sitting on it until the morning. The janitor would be knocked out for quite some time yet.
