rising from the tomb
Dec 21, 2013 23:33:15 GMT
Post by Hunter on Dec 21, 2013 23:33:15 GMT
Dusk had fallen, the last glimpses of the sun slipping away, and with the arrival of darkness came a wakeup call to the vampire who had taken up residence in the dusty mausoleum. Elijah liked to emerge from his tomb early in the night, always eager to cross paths with whatever members of the living might have stayed out past dark. Sometimes he could even find them within easy reach of his sleeping place, lingering among the graves for one reason or another, unknowingly soon to become his idea of breakfast in bed. Sometimes, they were mourners, sometimes, dedicated goths, sometimes, rebellious teens out to perform some silly ritual for the thrills.
Hands in his pockets, the vampire strolled between the headstones and peered about the cemetery, breathing in the fresh night air. He didn't expect to find anyone here, but you never knew. Encountering an unarmed human would be nice, but there were other things to look out for, too -- like other vampires, and sometimes even vampire hunters. Concern about the former was what motivated him to do nightly patrols, prowling the city under cover of darkness to see who might have entered his territory. Not much went on around here without him knowing about it, he liked to think.
As for vampire hunters, he hadn't come across any of those since parting with Marissa years ago, and he hardly knew what to expect of them now, but he wasn't worried. He was confident, maybe too confident, that he could dispatch one easily. His strength, his imperviousness, against theirs? They were only human, after all.
Hands in his pockets, the vampire strolled between the headstones and peered about the cemetery, breathing in the fresh night air. He didn't expect to find anyone here, but you never knew. Encountering an unarmed human would be nice, but there were other things to look out for, too -- like other vampires, and sometimes even vampire hunters. Concern about the former was what motivated him to do nightly patrols, prowling the city under cover of darkness to see who might have entered his territory. Not much went on around here without him knowing about it, he liked to think.
As for vampire hunters, he hadn't come across any of those since parting with Marissa years ago, and he hardly knew what to expect of them now, but he wasn't worried. He was confident, maybe too confident, that he could dispatch one easily. His strength, his imperviousness, against theirs? They were only human, after all.