Young Blood [Open]

[Castor Von Hagen]

Blood dripped from the corner of Castor's mouth to the puddle that occupied the stone street below. He wiped the corner of his mouth absent-mindedly with the back of his frighteningly pale hand. The rain had ceased since he had first targeted his prey, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before the sun would break through the clouds. He could hear people in the streets from the alleyway, returning outside now that there was no inconvenience. Castor glared at them as they passed by his alleyway, his gray eyes as full of life as the stone.

After a moment or two, Castor slowly blinked and redirected his attention back to his victim. He didn't usually appear in the Human capital, since Vampires were supposed to be secret. What secret? Now that the Slayers were after them, there was no reason to hide anymore. But, the fact was, he had come here in search of young blood, children. He wouldn't be able to find them on the outskirts of anywhere, so he had to come into the city.

Castor looked over at his dead prey. It was a young boy, around twelve or so with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He seemed mischevious and uncaring of authority, something Castor didn't approve of. As much as Castor wished he could have attacked the boy in the open, he knew that would be unwise. So, he had lured the boy into this alleyway and attacked, like a savage beast. He felt that way, sometimes. a slave to hunger. But you must give up something in order to gain another. His heightened senses, incredible speed and immortality made up for it.

Before leaving, Castor reached out and looked through the boy's pockets. He had nothing of value on him, as Castor expected. Human's didn't trust their young with money. So, he got up and pulled the hood of the cloak over his face. If the sun did come out, the cloak would give him some relief. With that, Castor exited the alleyway and began walking down the street.

[Kyle Adam Hills]

Kyle had fed nearly a week before, he was thursty, thursty for the blood of a teenager, they had sweet sweet blood, and where easly taken granted of, the vampire walked down the dark street, he was safe from the sun for another 3 hours at least, that was enough time to feed? if it where not he would laur a teenager into a abanded house, there where suprisingly meany here.

Kyle was tall, and very slim, his hair a suprisingly light blond, his eyes a deep Brown, and his skin pale, he wore a suit, a black one, something that would not be seen on most teenagers, but for vampires it ment that if you wore a suit you where of a higher rank in a coven, and he was, he skanned the streets but he could only find adults, he sniffed the air, and the sent of blood filled the wind.

Kyle would try hard not to look for the spilled blood, but his eyes turned to skanning for who might have been cut, he stopped and peered down a dark alleyway, someone lay on the ground, a child, maybe a pre-teen and someone stood, but that sdomeone was not human, not wherewolf, but a vampire like Kyle. what was another vampire doing in his hunting grounds? at least he was not preying on teenage blood, the other vampire stepped out of the safe shadows of the dark alleyway. But Kyle was the least bit interested in other vampires, if they where not of his coven.

[Castor Von Hagen]

Castor vaguely wondered what the young boy was like as he lay slumped against the wall like a bag of garbage. He knew he couldn't sympathize or feel guilty for killing young children, and that's probably why he had been doing so more frequently. He needed to get himself out of these emotions. He was a vampire now, a creature. He wasn't Human anymore, so he shouldn't have any Human feelings, right?

Castor shook his head as he rolled his right shoulder. He pinned the boy down at a strange angle and probably ended up pulling a muscle or something. It irritated him, but he knew the discomfort would dissipate sooner or later. As Castor's thoughts rolled on, something stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't have to look up to know a vampire was watching him. Castor's muscles tightened, and he felt the rush of power that came after you feed. He rubbed his fangs against his bottom teeth subtly, and hesitated. He knew other vampires weren't his enemy, but he couldn't help but be cautious. After all, he didn't usually feed here.

Castor looked up and was honestly shocked at the appearance of the vampire. He was young, like Castor but he was definitely different. Especially with the suit, any vampire that bothered to put on something like that had to be somewhat important. Great... Castor thought as he shifted his weight from his right foot to his left. Castor glared at the vampire from under his hood. "What do you want?" His voice was clear and confident, not intimidated by this vampire.

[Kyle Adam Hills]

Kyle turned to the vampire again, looking over him with his deep brown eyes, this vampire had been turned, how interesting, Kyle was a young purebred vampire, never had been human, and never would be human, he rubbed the scar upon his right arm, a reminder of his father Hades, a devil if anything. it was easy to tell a purebred from a turned vampire, for the purebred had some blood, and a faint heartbeat.

He grinned at the other vampire when he spoke rude, and shook his blond head, "What a shame" was all Kyle said, how ignorent of a changed vampire, they always thought that a vampire wasn't ment to have feeling, or anything like that, but they did, and they could "Your a loner, a.... changed vampire, are you not?" he asked him.

He shook his head again, it was not common for vampires to feed on children, but it was still a shame, in a way he felt sorry for the little children who where fed off of, they where much to young for such a cruel death, but the way of the vampire Kyle could not change, he was only from a small coven, even if he was part of the head family it didn't matter, he could not change the way other vampires wanted to feed.

[Castor Von Hagen]

Castor could tell he wouldn't get along with this guy, whoever he was. His sense of superiority and his way of demeaning Castor with words made his skin crawl with annoyance. He knew that this vampire was one of those that were born a creature of the night, by the way he had referred to Castor as a turned vampire. He didn't know what the big deal was, whether you were born a vampire or turned into one. But apparently this guy found himself in some special club for being special. Castor resisted the urge to sneer at him.

The other thing that pissed Castor off was the way he shook his head, as if he were disappointed. It wasn't any of his business whom Castor fed on, so why did he care? Castor vaguely wondered if this district was where this vampire fed, and wondered if that was the reason he had approached Castor. Even if it was, Castor wouldn't bow down to him and apologize. Besides, bowing down to him wouldn't exactly break his ego.

"What's it to you?" The way Castor asked this question was in a smart-ass sort of way. He wanted to annoy this guy too, and hopefully get him to back off. Something told Castor that this guy wasn't the kind to just walk away. He inwardly sighed in contempt.

[Kyle Adam Hills]

He looked at the other vampire, grinning "Now tell me, do young children blood taste good, or do you like seeing the way they cry for there parents?" he asked the vampire in front of him, he liked torturing others, it was... interesting, but he could tell this vampire was not the kind to torcher, maybe he could try to be nice. then maybe he could have friends outside of his coven, but he had sworn not to talk to others to be friends with others, he didn't know his family coven fully yet, could they hurt his friends like his real coven had done to his daughter? they seemed nice so he would try, try to make friends.

"Oh parden my manners, Ive been through..... tough spots the last ten years, forgive me" he said, smarting up his act, he went through mood swings, He couldn't help his mood swings never could he, he looked at the floor, he was... different, then most purebreds, and nothing like changed vampires, but he didn't care one bit.

His eyes had changed from Hazel to a purple, meaning he was no longer in his bad mood, it was something lots of people had, he wanted to be normal "You know, your lucky, you where human" he said. He wouldn't mind being human.