Post by shampoo on Jan 26, 2006 21:31:40 GMT -5
Bright grey eyes stared up at the large wodden ship, swallowing hard. His mouth was dry as the sun as he gazed up at her. The moon glared down at him, making his skin even more pale. His silver, airy, yet spikey hair gently swayed in the breeze.
Being one with the undead, water made you nervous. Nature its self hated you, and neglected you. The sun would eat away his flesh, and the water would cary his body off the face of the Earth. It made him sick to his stomach. He placed his hand above his heart, no longer feeling it's musical thuds. Only to feel emptyness inside him. His skin was ice cold, and only the warmth of a woman could ease his pain. Their sweet necter filling his veins with warmth. Yet, it never lasted. Sometimes, he would drain his victims, enjoying the taste of human blood. He tried to leave them with breath, yet he seemed to be getting empty shells left in his arms.
Being a vampire that looked around the age of 19 wasn't the best thing in the world. To only be a shadow in peoples' lives was terrible. He craved for attention, yet he never got it. He had to leave Europe and get to the America's. The land of the free...The land that held his brother Christopher. The deadly vampire that brutilly slaughterd his victims. SImon, on the other hand, would leave them with breath...Sometimes.
Under the white blouse that was un laced around his neck was lean, strong muscles. He wore simple black pants, as well as black boots. He looked as if he were from Spain, but his pale skin gave the hint he wasn't. Year 1830 Janurary 26. A bitter cold night it was, but that never botherd him. It was atleast around 9, the sun went down early. Which was a good thing for him. He could look for food earlier then usuall. He did his best to stick with aniamls, but had to have a taste of human blood every month or so.
Being one with the undead, water made you nervous. Nature its self hated you, and neglected you. The sun would eat away his flesh, and the water would cary his body off the face of the Earth. It made him sick to his stomach. He placed his hand above his heart, no longer feeling it's musical thuds. Only to feel emptyness inside him. His skin was ice cold, and only the warmth of a woman could ease his pain. Their sweet necter filling his veins with warmth. Yet, it never lasted. Sometimes, he would drain his victims, enjoying the taste of human blood. He tried to leave them with breath, yet he seemed to be getting empty shells left in his arms.
Being a vampire that looked around the age of 19 wasn't the best thing in the world. To only be a shadow in peoples' lives was terrible. He craved for attention, yet he never got it. He had to leave Europe and get to the America's. The land of the free...The land that held his brother Christopher. The deadly vampire that brutilly slaughterd his victims. SImon, on the other hand, would leave them with breath...Sometimes.
Under the white blouse that was un laced around his neck was lean, strong muscles. He wore simple black pants, as well as black boots. He looked as if he were from Spain, but his pale skin gave the hint he wasn't. Year 1830 Janurary 26. A bitter cold night it was, but that never botherd him. It was atleast around 9, the sun went down early. Which was a good thing for him. He could look for food earlier then usuall. He did his best to stick with aniamls, but had to have a taste of human blood every month or so.