The Vampire and his empty heart

My Backstory

 (what he looks like but with black hair, blood red eyes and you know human instead of anime)

     My name is Wolf. Yes I know not a normal name but you would be surprised with how well it fits.  I was once a feared and respected vampire in the world, But now, that's not so true. let's go back shall we when I was the life of a party, and the most powerful being.  

I walked through my mason enjoying the smell of roses. I glanced down from the balcony, watching the ball go on around me. People laughing and enjoying their time, not ever noticing the predator. I swirl the blood in my glass, watching it coat the sides in that beautiful red, I finish the last of my drink before handing it off to my servant. Walking down the steps, the music stops and everyone's eyes are now on me, with a little smile, I grab the nearest woman to me, who happens to be no older than twenty, as beautiful as the night sky it's self. She had auburn hair that twisted around her in a river of waves, Her skin was like silk, so warm and soft, there was a scent to her that could easily get addictive. I could hear the mummers of jealous women, I smile to myself as I walk with her through the ball room before spinning her into a dance. She talked of her family and her everyday life. I personally found this to be a bore with other women but with her it was different. No longer being able to hold back I quickly lead her away from the dance floor and into the rose garden for a moonlight stroll. Placing my hand on her lower back to guide her through the garden, her pulse picked up drastically, my mouth watered profusely, making it extremely difficult not to drool or even fight my fangs back. Heaven knows I tried, well, honestly not very hard. I bit into her delicate flesh with no more than a small scream coming from her before she slumped against me from the sudden blood lose. She had smelt like heavenly roses, white peaches and strawberries which made her blood taste even better. She tasted as if her blood was made for me and me alone. I couldn't stop drinking her in until her pulse weakened, reluctantly I pulled myself away from her, licking the wound so no one would find it and then I left her on the wooden bench before going back inside to the ball once more.