Post by Azrael on May 21, 2007 14:48:26 GMT -5
The blood coursing through his veins had at first left him so power drunk that he could barely function. He had laid in the floor overwhelmed by the sensations that bombarded his already keen senses. But now as he was becoming accustomed to the influx of powerful stimuli and the feeling of raw power that coursed through his veins he had taken to the streets. The moved with full speed through the throngs of people that gathered the night time streets. Passing between them so swiftly that he did not register to their mortal eyes. To those he passed he would seem little more than a passing breeze as he blew past them.
Once inside the park he held to the shadows. The nighttime sounds of the park was accented by the steady thud of his heart in his chest and the slow rise and fall of each breath he took. He was still breathing and the reason was a complete mystery to him. He gave it little thought because with this new rush of power he felt more alive than . As he stacked from shadow to shadow in the park he watched the mortals that traveled their pass him by the sent of their blood drawing him to them. Setting his sight on a pretty young jogger he followed her for several moments until he felt they were adequately concealed.
Seizing his opportunity he leapt from the shadows and tackled the young woman their two bodies hitting the ground in a heap as his fangs sank into her neck. It took little effort to hold her to the ground as he began to drink in her life force. Within seconds the numbing effect of his bite left her powerless against him. As he drank her in he felt a growing sensation within the pit of his stomach, and as he continued to drink it grew stronger and stronger. Pulling from her neck he stumbled a few feet away as the sensation of nausea overwhelmed him. As the waves of nausea became too much to bare him vomited up the blood he had been drinking and lay motionless in the grass as the feeling of sickness left him.
Regaining his feet he stumbled from the park a shaky hand wiping the blood from his lips.
"that did nothing for me...."
Once inside the park he held to the shadows. The nighttime sounds of the park was accented by the steady thud of his heart in his chest and the slow rise and fall of each breath he took. He was still breathing and the reason was a complete mystery to him. He gave it little thought because with this new rush of power he felt more alive than . As he stacked from shadow to shadow in the park he watched the mortals that traveled their pass him by the sent of their blood drawing him to them. Setting his sight on a pretty young jogger he followed her for several moments until he felt they were adequately concealed.
Seizing his opportunity he leapt from the shadows and tackled the young woman their two bodies hitting the ground in a heap as his fangs sank into her neck. It took little effort to hold her to the ground as he began to drink in her life force. Within seconds the numbing effect of his bite left her powerless against him. As he drank her in he felt a growing sensation within the pit of his stomach, and as he continued to drink it grew stronger and stronger. Pulling from her neck he stumbled a few feet away as the sensation of nausea overwhelmed him. As the waves of nausea became too much to bare him vomited up the blood he had been drinking and lay motionless in the grass as the feeling of sickness left him.
Regaining his feet he stumbled from the park a shaky hand wiping the blood from his lips.
"that did nothing for me...."
