Silver and pale the man rose to his feet to silently walk down the aisle to the statue of the pagan god of wind
Red eyes laid upon the marble memorial. Taking in a calming breath of cinnamon offerings, he left leaving a single black rose.
Before he walked out thy door, he then glanced back, thy black roses petals vanished as the wind blew them away…….
As he walked through the dark alley he saw a single child wandering in the wilderness. A look of pain crossed the child's face. Silently he lunged...
The boy turned and saw what was happening, there he ran…
Nevertheless, the man's predatory nature took over as he saw the boy's silhouette against the inky night sky...
A red star shone as they ran to an empty cliff's edge. Slowly the man approached the boy with great thirst in his veins…
He felt his teeth tingle, he slicked his tongue over thy ivory fangs, he grasped the boy, and sunk thy fangs into thy fresh flesh, the boy shrieked…….
The crimson dye overflowed from his open mouth. The heartbeat of the young man slowed...
Refreshed as thy full moon shined. He laid thy boy down, and vanished into the blackness
Walking towards his temple he saw what seemed to be another statue. Curious, he stepped towards the one made of ice…
One he had never seen before…no all the others were marble…
'Why?' He thought '…No…how did this happen…'