Post by Darcy Dartagnan on Aug 30, 2009 3:30:17 GMT -5
The sun had set about an hour ago, and perhaps it was too soon to go out, but Darcy had made up his mind. He snatched his long velvet coat of his chair in his chamber, and without telling Rosa or anyone else, he rushed down the stairs, and out to his car.
A sudden thirst had hit him, and he had to feed. He could just let someone bring him his food, as he often had been the past few years, as the resistance had grown stronger and stronger, and although he had had his victory, making the leader of the resistance a vampire, he still wasn't safe without some "bodyguards". Of course, he was a vampire, and could manage a human or twenty, but would he enter a room full of humans of the resistance, he was sure he wasn't going to make it out without being permanently marked.
But tonight, he needed to hunt. He needed to make his own dinner, he needed the thrill of charming an innocent mortal, and then sucking the life out of it as it helplessly screamed.
As these thoughts entered Darcy's mind, he started the car and drove of, making the car skid on the gravel.
He searched for some small anonymous club with only humans, where people had never heard of him, and didn't know who he was. At least he hoped that would be the case. He could never know. He had tried to stay as anonymous as possible, never announcing to everyone that he met, that he was Darcy, leader of the vampires, but more and more people knew, for some strange reason, he blamed the resistance for.
As he found a club that looked good, he parked the car and got out, trying to feel if there were any vampires around that could spoil his evening. When couldn't feel any, he smiled lightly, and entered the club.
The lovely smell of blood hit him as he opened the door, and he could feel no sign of recognition in the humans. Perfect.
Darcy walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, of course, and sat himself down at an empty table, scanning the room for his victim.
A sudden thirst had hit him, and he had to feed. He could just let someone bring him his food, as he often had been the past few years, as the resistance had grown stronger and stronger, and although he had had his victory, making the leader of the resistance a vampire, he still wasn't safe without some "bodyguards". Of course, he was a vampire, and could manage a human or twenty, but would he enter a room full of humans of the resistance, he was sure he wasn't going to make it out without being permanently marked.
But tonight, he needed to hunt. He needed to make his own dinner, he needed the thrill of charming an innocent mortal, and then sucking the life out of it as it helplessly screamed.
As these thoughts entered Darcy's mind, he started the car and drove of, making the car skid on the gravel.
He searched for some small anonymous club with only humans, where people had never heard of him, and didn't know who he was. At least he hoped that would be the case. He could never know. He had tried to stay as anonymous as possible, never announcing to everyone that he met, that he was Darcy, leader of the vampires, but more and more people knew, for some strange reason, he blamed the resistance for.
As he found a club that looked good, he parked the car and got out, trying to feel if there were any vampires around that could spoil his evening. When couldn't feel any, he smiled lightly, and entered the club.
The lovely smell of blood hit him as he opened the door, and he could feel no sign of recognition in the humans. Perfect.
Darcy walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, of course, and sat himself down at an empty table, scanning the room for his victim.
