• He snuck out in the dead of night, his pluse raceing, his heart pounding. He felt a small bit of rain comeing from the heavy clouds above him, he leaped from roof to roof, house to house, he was going to die if, if didn't drink soon. Thats when he spots her, a young girl, the age of nine. In a large house, almost a castle. His body trembled as he watched the wonderfully young girl brush her beatiful golden hair, it looked almost liked silk, if not more beatiful. She said her prayer and layed down, then turned off the light. The girl's window partly open, for it was the middle of summer, July 25th, the next day would be her birthday, but the Vampire did not know such a think, for he did not study his prey. In a blink of an eye he was inside, the window makeing a low, loud creeking noise. The girl payed no attention. The Vampires body shoke, like a tree in the Fall breeze as he stepped to her bed side, he hid in the shadows, not being seen even the slightest bit. The rain started pouring outside, thunder and lightning cracked and flared outside, her eyes opened quickly, but it was to late. The last thing those beatuiful blue eyes saw, was the image that only lasted a few seconds from the flash outside, a man, with short, pitch black hair, biting her neck, and takeing her weak little life.
    The man, his name was Leon now sat on his floor, he stared up at his ceiling, a small bit of blood still driping from his red lips. His beautiful pail skin seemed to glimmer from the rain, pouring down outside. Small tears came to his eyes, as they did every night, though he payed no attention. He smiled dimly and mummbled, 'goodnight and farwell, may you rest in peace.' For these are the words he always said after takeing a life. He though about all his years, all his years of killing and sighed. Internal life isn't all its cut out to be.