With little grace, the shadows move, seemingly taking up some sort of dance that they found too difficult to perform. But despite this, it found beauty in itself. Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h discovered something interesting: a sense that felt like somebody similar to him– a creature of darkness– was lurking by here. And most importantly– he had no control over whoever it was. he felt so alone With that, he begins humming a tune.
Eli watched as the ambulance carted away the victim, blood still oozing from their neck even though they were clearly dead. Vampires. He hated dealing with them. Cocky and so sure of their immortality. The air was thick with the scent of them, making it hard to notice the presence nearby.
the dark can make a man PARANOID, but fear is something he’s been able to grapple, and control. armed with a plethora of weapons, he’s confident he’ll make it out of the hunt alive. brown eyes scan the surrounding area, footsteps quiet as he moves. he spins around, gun aimed at the creature that stood before him. “where is dracula?” is the first thing he asks, voice rough as he speaks.