From the Dark
closed starter for @obsessional-ram
The nights so recently had been so dark. The deep winter extended the nights to a near maddening sluggishness. Once again, he found himself alone. No human companion, no immortal friend. More than a week since he had moved into town, he was destroyed young one after young one until the streets were quite from any stray immortal thought, all prey belonged to Armand, and the city heaved a collective sigh that seeming random murders had come to a abrupt halt.
He walked the the crowded streets, up and down, in and out all night every night. He watched as the clock ticked on and on, and the night turned into a new day, he observed the groups of the wholesome souls went home and the unsavories came out to play. Menace was exuded easily from the old vampire. It seeped from his pores like so much wine in an overflowing cup. Even the mortals knew something was wrong with him, something dangerous.
The longer he was alone, he blacker his mood became. He was not meant to be a solitary man, and he knew it. Maybe that was why, when he felt the presence of another young immortal, he did nothing. He sent his warning out, but followed the streets until he stopped with an alley between them. Beware he called with the mind gift, but nothing else. “Give me one reason not to emulate you where you stand, wretch.”
