closed starter for @confidesis-muses !!
Charles was able to recognize the feeling of emptiness that overcame him, the feeling of rabid hunger that rested beneath his stomach and rocked his core. He let out a growl as his eyes faded to the deep purple color of the vampire within -- he hadn’t fed in a while, and he knew he had to, or else he’d become incredibly sick, or most likely even die. Even after two hundred years, he refused to believe that he was a being that fed on blood, and would avoid hunting humans or cattle in order to feast on it, but it always caused him more harm than good.
He placed his ebony black peacoat on as well as a red plaid-print scarf to cover the bite mark that rested visibly on his neck, as well as shield him from the biting wind and cold that rested outside due to the bitter weather the month of December brings with it.
As he walked along the street, he noticed a young lady with orange hair, walking jauntily down the sidewalk -- he knew he could strike; “E-Excuse me, miss, do you have directions to the nearest hotel? I seem to have lost my way.”