Adriaan yawned as he walked out of the cabin of the ship, stopping at the stairs that led to the deck to stretch widely. His phalanges curled into a tight fist, the sound smothered by the deckhands hauling crates off. Straightening his cloak he proceeded up to the deck and out into the port, dodging the workers and people boarding the ship as he went. Obsidian eyes scanned the port, falling on the faces of its inhabitants. With a smile adorning his ashen face, he continued onward.

The smell of the humans was intoxicating, invoking phantasmagorical apparitions, that played out behind the semi-closed lids of his oculars, of blood, gore, and satisfaction. Though a second, volatile smell protruded and relinquished the first: fish and brine. The nauseating scents kept his bloodlust at bay, but only for a few meager hours. After what seemed like thirty minutes of walking, the vampire was at the outskirts of the cities square. There he could easily lure his prey with chicane, consummated satyr. Brushing his immaculate hair out of his visage with a talon-like nail he sighed. His reconnoiter of the faces (which primarily consisted of corrugated flesh) smote his possible meals and aspirations of seduction; he didn't like to, or usually refrained from, taking his prey by force, but through the false sense of passion. With a countenance of disgust he paraded through the square, entering the taverns and other places of business before succumbing to the un-venial population of youths, the vampire began to contemplate the smorgasbord of blood filled corpses in the cemetery. But his mind wandered off again as he thought of the strain he would put on his throat and tongue to drain the non-circulative blood from the corpses.

His eyes scanned the crowd once more, landing on the tight-skinned face of a lone femme. Thoughts of the necrophagous acts were discarded instantaneously as he perused his target. Keeping his distance, his movements subtle and slow; the imagery of a keen wolf following its prey through the foliage spawned in his mind. The femme walked onward, departing from the crowd and into the ill-lit alleyways. Now it was his time to strike.

Abdicating his general rituals, his pace quickened and his necrotic heart pounded in his chest. His own pulse silenced his and his prey's footsteps as he neared her. Raising his hand he flexed his digits before striking down, grasping her neck and throwing her to the ground, his grip never fading from their white knuckled grasp. Within a matter of seconds Adriaan dragged her into the umbra while she screamed. The vampire always savored the moment before he savagely ripped into their arteries and drank their blood. With ease the woman was thrown up against the wall and before she could blink twice Adriaan's fangs penetrated her sultry flesh. The obsidian pools that resided around his iris shifted, collapsing and consuming upon itself before changing to sanguine as the blood spewed into his mouth. His free hand gripped her crown and flung her head back. Pulling away from the two minute lacerations he inhaled heavenly, his chest heaved before he resumed. Gripping her head tighter he threw her to the ground, licking what he could of the blood that raced down the cleft of his chin. Slowly turning on his heel, he smiled devilishly as the phosphorescent glow of the moon washed over his face.

Ren had gotten pretty bored by the days end and wanted to find something to spark his interest. Walking around the square did not help, in fact it intensified the feeling of bordem. The he noticed an unholy creture of the night and thought it would be fun to stalk it for a while. Thinking to hisself "I will soon be bored of this creature and I will probaly pick a fight with it" (sigh) Then out loud "such a drool creature".

Then it started to follow a femme. "Oh, this might get interesting". Following the duet on top of the buildings Ren had climbed on to, he saw the vampire, he guessed, attack the femme. After a bit a understood what the vampire was doing and said out loud "I wonder what it taste like to that dark and twisted creature".

The vampire had stoped drinking the femme's blood and turned around and smiled. Mesmerized by the magnificents of the unholy creture below him Ren did not notice that he had stood up and was outlined by the moon.