There was a ghastly silence amongst the gloomy streets of Hobart. A crisp, wintery breeze fulfilled my lungs as I inhaled deeply.
A single street light flickered above me as I directed a death defying stare - hidden behind my vast hat - towards a meaty, youthful girl. Her heavy foot steps echoed through the dauntingly silent streets.
My dusty throat craved for the presence of sweet, thick blood. She hurriedly shuffled down the path a great distance in front of me. I silently sprint at an inhumane speed towards the defenseless girl, violently grabbing her shoulder and mightily pushing her into a brick wall, causing the effected bricks to crumble.
The force of the collision instantly sent her into a coma. My eyes widened and converted from alluring crystal blue to a demonic mess of blood-rimmed, inky black at the sight of blood trickling down her forehead.
I stared aimlessly at the hopeless civilian lying unconscious on the ground, trying to find an ounce of humanity in me to not kill her. I let out a terse laugh and pounced on top of the girls corpulent body, injecting my culminating fangs into her fleshy neck, aggressively draining every drop of the thick, luscious blood from her body that I craved for. The blood was rich, bringing warmth to veins. I felt it spill from her wound and flow down my chin, then my neck and staining my loose white shirt bringing a smirk to my face.
I withdraw myself from her neck, licking my replenished lips tilting my head up as my devilish eyes return to normal and my fangs slightly retract. I reach into my pocket for a napkin that I always instinctively carry around handy. I swiftly wipe away the gooey blood from my face and shove it back in my pocket. I slip my hands beneath her and effortlessly lift up the bulky being, gracefully ascending into the charcoal sky. As I aimlessly soared through the air I considered my options in disposal of this lifeless body. I got it ! The bottom of the ocean, where 70% of my victims lay. I scan the street below me and find a boat shop. I allow myself to fall to the ground landing in the middle of the icy road. Suddenly my precise hearing catches a glimpse of sound, a car. If my estimations are correct, which they usually are, then the car is sure to be within sight of me in 58 seconds.
I waddled to the door of the boat shop tilting my head to the side struggling to see from the portly dead being in my arms. Using my strength I detach the door handle and opened the frail door. The cramped store prevents me from carrying around the girl so I coldly drop her to the floor. I pull down my hat a little to ensure any cameras aren't able to see my face. I dash through the isles and finally find the anchors. I swiftly swipe one and sprint for the girl. I pick her up and allow my self to come to my senses.
It's dead silent, the car must of taken a turn. I strut towards the door feeling quite pleased with myself and let out a little chuckle but am suddenly interrupted by and horrorfying and continuous sonorousness, penetrating my ears. Every second it grows louder, seeping into my brain. I drop what I'm holding and fall to my knees, aggressively blocking my ears with my palms attempting to obstruct the horrendous ringing. I shouted to the top of my lungs and willed my eyes to stop producing tears. Blinding headlights of a car glare at me from outside of the store. My jaw dropped, still in vigorous pain. How could I not hear it? A broad figure slowly came into my sight from In front of the headlights and it came to my realisation that it was directing a gun at me. I quickly attempted to push myself backwards with my legs but my body felt weak and I was lightheaded. I tried my best to use my abilities but it was hopeless without concentration. The figure began to approach me, dramatically shooting down the door of the boat store, causing shattered glass to rain over me. I laughed helplessly in pain as I felt blood stream from my ears.
I tilted my head upwards to find a beautiful young girl with luscious chocolate curls flowing down her shoulder, dressed in a full black suit. She gave a teasing smile as she pushed the gun against my forehead. A heavy force prevented me from moving, so I knelt there demoralised staring into the taunting beige eyes that beam back at me. She dexterously reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger, causing my head to jerk backwards, which my body followed to the ground, sending me into a deep unconsciousness.
Lol this story sucks but whatever
no pun intended but anyway bye
