"What a perfect night"
A tall, slim vampire walked though the dark demon forest of Cheddar village, in the cold Bloody night,
He wore a wide hat and Long coat coloured in rich red blood, dark grey suit with leather dark grey boots and glowing round glasses with screaming yellow tint. His hands covered in pure white gloves with the gate symbol to hell.
White pale smooth skin and pitch black hair filled with darkness. Eyes red as the blood and teeth white and razing sharp which can cut through skin to core of a humans blood.
He looked magnificent.
He stopped, and stared at the red sky with excitement and satisfaction. The wind blow bowled through his body and long coat making, it his coat flowing gracefully like tranquil river of blood.
The night became his.
Nobody know who he is, oh no, he more than a typically vampire, he is the non-living bloodsucking Devil, once became human worst nightmare. All normal vampires will have no choice but to fear or respect to him, as his pretences dominate and shadow the streets of Britain.
But no vampire will ever know about him as he been trapped by the most powerful family in Britain ' Hellsing' who made him a servant to mankind and used him as a powerful tool to control demons, beast... even vampires that walk the earth.
He stared at the round moon that hangs on the surface of the red night.
"The perfect night, that make me want to have a bit to drink"
He smiled with enjoyment and amusement. Hoping to find the perfect person (or female), for the perfect bloodlust, Then continue to walk through the night.
He will still sever his master but never leave his legacy.
Alucard