Abysscess

“For as long as I live, I won’t ever lay my teeth to the innocent.” Said Luther, the Vampire.

The dark dreary undead who seems as if he was condemned at a sunless sepulchre have lived so long at Grimland Valley, where his kind appeared to be. Refusing to feed himself, he thought that the animals’ flesh and blood was enough. For years, decades, to centuries, he has been wandering around, containing his needs and desires all to himself. Hiding behind the shadows, as his morbid appearance started to spread vastly. The normal humans started to whisper and gossip about him, how disgusting his skin was, how his bloodily gore looking eyes touched the back of their nape, and the exact scent coming out of him. Almost losing his sanity, he went far and found himself in a city. 

Nobody knew him there, with such busybody people, he stood there unnoticed. He thought that this could be the last place that a being like him would reside, peacefully. However, such encounters came and made him trip over causing him to completely change his life. The thrill dashed throughout his veins, to his itchy fangs, as this woman passed over and gave such a luring scent. Never in his life could he have ever thought that he would give in to his urges. 

For the first time in a very long time, he was struck by this mysterious woman’s blood. 

But what he didn’t know was what lies in her blood.

Binded by Her Blood

He was looking above the sky, it was midnight and the city was quiet. Every noise was muted and nothing but the sound of the wind was heard. He decided to go for a stroll since he doesn't like the idea of sleeping anymore. But, he ended up going to the central part of the town where he was transported to another dimension.

"It's been a while since that phenomenon happened. It's been months now, my coat's ready, and yet she shows no sign of picking me up here." He muttered under his breath, and was tremendously dispirited by the current situation.

He waited there but it showed no hint of appearing. It was as if it never even happened, no occurence happened, and there was nothing to expect.

He felt the void inside of him just got wider and wider.

The void he couldn't even fill up himself.

The void that would forever remain.

Dancing Fangs