First Sight, There's Love [ A Hetalia RoBul Fanfic ]

The red orbs swept around the street in dark. The night wind blew his strawberry-blonde hair slowly. He sat on a tree, looking down to find a delicious prey to eat. His borws twiched, slightly annoyed to find nothing but empty street below him.

His nose sniffing softly, trying to find some blood to drink tonight. He rarely had gourmet in front of him but he had find them before. Not too heavenly, but oh well, they stuffed his need.

He had one prey a decade before. She's delicious. Really delicious that he eat her until she die. And after that, he never had delicious food until now. He regret it. Not that he pity her for heaving anemia and die because of him.

But heartlessly because he won't have another great food for a century or so.

He loves his heartlessness, ruthlessness. He loves seeing people get pleasure from him and die in the spot. He loves making people released from the cruelness of this world. He lift their burden. Their sorrow. Agony.

But he can't call himself an angel.

Well, he really is sending them to the other world. But he never say that they will be placed in the heaven nor the hell. He never knew what hapoened to his prey. He never knew what happened after they died.

But he always knew that he help other people for lifting their burden and send them to a more peaceful place. Or a more cruel place than the world is.

He sighed, crossing his legs and kept waiting on the tree. Looking at the quiet street as a people or two pass by.

He kept watching. They weren't his prey. He knew that their blood is sour and disgusting. He can tell. He can tell it from their scent. Their blood flowing to the heart and pump it around the body.

He can hear them breathing. He can hear them clearly.

He can sense a single move they gonna make. He can see them perfectly fine in the night.

He loves this reality. But in a way, he hated it. He clenched his fist, showing his knuckle as he exhale heavily.

He once loved a girl. And he kept watching her everyday from far away. Her beautiful long brown hair hanging right behind her back. Her green eyes sparkling when she got exited. He loved her. Even though he was confused why did she always bring a frying pan around.

But she died. And he alive. She died after living a nice twenty three years in nineteenth century. And he keep living for nine centuries. He thought it was... unfair.

He wanted to die that time. He even tried not to eat for a good one month and the pain was hell. He can't. His flesh was calling for something to eat. Blood. His skin was aching, calling for some nutrients. It was hell. And he gave up to commit a suicide after that.

He looked down to the street, hoping for a body to pass. His eyes narrowed to a dark brown haired man walking under him. He has a good posture, hand in pocket and another checking on his phone.

The vampire, Vladimir, tilting his head in thought.

One, he never savvy the evolving technologies because it make mankind lazy. He hate it.

Two, this guy has no blood scent.

Vladimir frowned in wonder, looking at the man's exposed neck from wearing a loose t-shirt. He sniffed again. No, no blood scent at all. Maybe he's a vampire like him?

His mouth began forming a smirk. Maybe... He can find what he had been looking for. The blessful blood.

Without thinking, he jumped down behind the man.