A/N okay this is most likely shit, because its 4 in the morning, i'm drunk and have awake. I was listening to The Hand that Feeds By NIN and this was just a brain fart. So read it. Or don't meh. Totally up to you. PS. No offense to Muslim people! This back in the time when the english were at war with the Muslims for the holy city Jerusalem.

|Very dark and pointless! Dont read if you don't like dark themes!

The guards were draped in red cloaks, decorated with the cross of God. They were keeping us in line. They were beautiful in a dangerously, frightening way. Their skin was pale with a purple hue, like a dead corpse. They walked, with their chins held high. I knew they felt wonderful with their catch. The looks of satisfaction was very apparent on their faces.

They captured us, saying that they knew a safe place to protect from the ambushing Muslims, acting like they cared but inside their hearts were black, their chest hollow and cold. They lead us through dark caves, taking us to what they called safety, when it was actually our deaths.

They stopped in front of what looked like a throne. A man- no beast- sat upon that throne. His strong jaw, displaced bronze hair and lean body were magnificent. He looked like a normal man, the only thing that set him off as a Blood Drinker was his pale purplish skin and startling crimson eyes. That very gaze bore into mine. His nostrils flared. He nodded to the guards and they unchained me and dragged me to a room that was just as dark and dingy, but there was a huge crimson velvet and leather bed, candles were the only light in the room.

Suddenly there was a noise behind me. I gasped and turned around. Looking at the bronze haired beast. He walked gracfully over the a table, pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit. I walked over slowly and sat down. He reached to the plate of food that was on the table, fruits, and fed me. I debated latching onto his hand and biting until it bled, if he had blood at hall.

But his eyes questioned me. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Asking me would you bite the hand the feeds you?

Then I realized the man was dressed like a crusader. I gasped. They whole Crusade was a charade! They ones that fought for God were demons! Blood Drinkers!

I scrabbled off the chair and fell to my knees and tried to crawl to the door. He just grabed my hair and laughed.

"You realize that the ones that fight for God are actually childern of the devil? Hahaha! The holy king need strong fighters, the strongest, and we are the strongest! But we would not fight for him you see, there had to be a price, and that price was payed with the blood which we dine! But of course it's all justified in the name of the holy and the divine. Pathetic." He face was a sneer as he looked at me.

He pulled my face close to his and whispered. "And on you I will dine."

And he bit into my neck, moaning. Breaking through the thin skin of my neck. Pulling the life force right out of me, drinking me in. I screamed, but it was useless. Death was coming to me and fast. Darkness pulling over my eyes.

Darkness pulling over my eyes...