when you have all the power, time, and money in the world, boredom should not be present. But as Oryan finds herself drifting from year to year, decade to decade, things become dull. Secluded in her own little world, Angard dead, there is nothing left to live for. Fight for. When would death claim the vampire? Or would she be doomed to live for eternity?
Delicate fingers twist around the ruby red flame, watching it jump from pad to pad. Parlor tricks to ease the monotony of her mind. But even that grows tiresome.
Finding that she no longer wishes to be stagnant, Oryan impulsively flees her proverbial nest, mounting her motorcycle and speeding off into town. It’s the closest she can get to actually flying. A chance to ease the pressure of the world.
City lights, pedestrians, and buildings fly by. She goes recklessly fast, ignoring any signs of caution or protesting passerby’s. It’s a thrill, really. A chance to live on the edge. With murder no longer filling that lust in her heart, Oryan has turned to alternative measures.
Pulling up along a cobble road, parallel with the beach, she dismounts and walks along the sandy shores. It’s quite tonight. Still. Until it isn’t.
Commotion draws the vampire’s attention as she blends with the shadows, creeping forward. What is going down by the waterfront?
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