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In the depths of the night stood a lonesome, shadowed figure, perched like a bird on the musky worn-down rooftops. A spark of vibrant orange hair blazed through the sky of night fall as he settled down on to the darkness. A man. A vampire. On the top of the roof, like a vulture, he stood in waiting. His name was Larten Crepsley. Not a killer by heart, a killer by nature. The vampaneze, a savage group who feasted on the humans and left their carcass's but unlike animals did, they drained them of blood and left the cold, lifeless remains of the bodies. Larten was a lonely vampire. Strong and poised, with power much greater than a lion but still the heart of one. He was a vampire, ones who only took what blood they needed to and carried on, not harming the human. He lay in wait for an hour, like a vampire always did, never leaved, never stirred, never made a sound until his prey came to him. Then, he spotted a figure on the horizon, jumping and moving swiftly across the roof tops as you would expect spider man to do, swinging from one to the other. Now the chase was on.
Larten leapt across the roof tops, his cloak blowing blissfully behind him in the breeze. A vampire at midnight chasing a lone vampaneze across the roofs, the moon shining its rays in front of him. A full speed chase was now in action. The vampire rushing across the houses, trying to keep up with this fast and probably mad-drawn vampaneze, trying not to lose him.
Too late.
The vampire had lost his foe when he took to the ground. But Larten didn't give up, like a strong-willed character he leapt down from the roofs and endlessly scanned the streets for signs or traces of the vampaneze. He had to catch him and fast, Larten couldn't risk another death. He hopelessly searched the streets and found nothing, until something caught his eye…
A grim and dull atmosphere surrounded him as he lay in wait in the shadows, his crisp orange hair hidden from sight. From around a dark alley street corner, he peered, unseen, at two vampaneze talking about a plan. He couldn't overly hear them as their voices faded into another street. Larten followed them, still sticking to the shadows and the walls like he had been glued to them. Then when the two vampaneze parted their ways, he sprung up and with one swift blow, knocked the vampaneze down. The second came back, confused and this time noticed Larten. He charged straight into Larten with his hands bared. They both were fighting to the death, swishing their hands like they were both holding swords. With the last fatal strike, Larten pierced the vampaneze in the stomach and watched as blood gushed from his insides. Realising they were finished and were no real harm anymore; Larten took off and flitted into the night.