Black Crimson

Chapter III "Reaper"

I moved faster than the things in his nightmares, I was darker than a shadow at night. I jumped from the tops of the roofs watching my prey. My future victim walked by the river Seine, with a prostitute on his arms. They laughed and joked not knowing that these moments would be there final. It had been five months since my birth to darkness and I had gained more power than I could of ever imagined. I could move like the wind, I had the strength of ten men. I became wiser. My face stayed the same yet it changed so much, my once slightly brown face was now pale. My fangs where long and deadly.

I jumped from the roof top and landed on the floor without making a noise. I got as close to the couple as I possibly could, my breath warming the backs of their necks. The didn't have the faintest clue I was there. I moved away, just incase somebody else was watching and I strolled on the other side of the road. I was a gentlemen. My clothes were made from the finest lace, only top quality leather for my boots. I had with me a small walking cane, just to add to the impression that I was a respectable man. I was not. The man I stalked was Armand Foulrot, he was one of the men who held me to the ground as my daughter and I were murdered.

I was the damned, and I was seeking revenge on all those who wronged me. All those who killed my daughter. Coming towards me was an elderly couple, very wealthy the Boudalaire's.

"Good evening Mr Boudalair" I greeted him with a smiling face.

"Good evening to yourself" He looked at me tryiong to figure out where we hat met.

"We met at the Opera the other night sir" I lied.

"Oh did we, I think I was a little passed myself too much whiskey" He giggled.

"Intoxication makes things better wouldn't you agree?"

"Not many people would, but I do my boy" He laughed.

My eyes looked at Mrs Boudalaire, she was atleast 30 years younger than him and was only married to him for the money. I could read minds now and hers was racing with thoughts. She wanted me. I looked her in the eyes and then she looked down.

"I have to go, have a good night and stay safe you never know whos out to get you in the streets of Paris"

They bid me goodbye and I didn't have to turn my head to know that Mrs Boudalaire was looking at me. I had fallen behind my target but catching up was easy enough.

I watched as he took the prostitute into a small run down building. I stayed outside watching the building and then the light in one of the rooms on the fourth floor came on. I slowly walked to the door, the pavement I walked on was cracked and wet. I could see my reflection in a small puddle. I looked at myself and I was beautiful. I was evil, but does evil have to be ugly. Nicer things happen to you when you are beautiful. Women get the finest men, the finest dresses, the most luxurious purfumes. While the ugly, get nothing. I didn't agree with this but I was a vampire now I didn't have time to think about mortal sufferings.

I walked into the builing and climbed the creaky stairs to the fourth floor. I could smell the blood in their veins now. I was hungry, my large hands tensed. I wanted to feast, but I relaxed myself. I had to send a message. I knocked on the door twice.

"Who's there?" the man shouted.

"Satan" I replied.

"Wait here" I heard him say from within the room. I waited at the door, it finally opened.

"Hello, who's there" he said confused as I wasn't at the door. He was dressed in a pair of brown pants with dirt and blood steins on them. He was around five foot eight maybe smaller. His hair was greasy and I could of smelt him miles off. He turned around to see the Prostitute had been murdered in the blink of an eye. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. I must of been a suprise for him.