Author Notes: The remake of the fan-fiction – since I discontinued the other one. It will be this from now on that I will continue.
The trees were dancing, and the sky was weeping.
It was another night, a dark, rainy, and gloomy night. The birds were hiding within the leaves of the trees. The night was a beautiful time to lurk around for prey – and feast upon those who were lithe and feeble.
"Over here... there's one." One of the voices spoke in a whisper, dashing into dimmed lit town, while the other one followed. It was a solemn night, an eerie night. "Keep quiet..." The same one said, just walking now – acting as if he was a sane civilian within the town.
The streets were empty, but the side-walks consisted of people walking around with their umbrellas. Happy people, sad people, children, adults... all of these people.
Was it truly fair to them, if people like us exist?
"Yoite, we don't have all day.. it's now or never." The blond haired, blue eyed vampire said. "There's mine..." He spoke quietly, eying down a slightly plumped man who was walking alone, down an alley-way. Perfect.
Yoite stayed quiet, he stayed dead quiet. His eyes looked around for a victim, one in which he could feast delightfully upon. There. Another man who was walking home alone, who looked like he had just came from a hard days work. He had bags of stuff he was carrying – but that didn't matter.
"Found one..." He said, and already seen that his fellow friend had already went after his prey.
He sprinted quietly towards the man that was walking home, making sure he didn't make a sound in the process. He didn't want to scare off his prey, and he didn't want to startle them either. He made sure he was close enough, and just began to walk casually, as if he himself was walking home.
The man just kept walking, and had (what looked like) a small smile on his face. Why was he so happy? Probably because he didn't know he was about to face his doom – his passing.
Yoite began to walk faster, and made sure that he kept up with the man. He did it without making a sound either, his footsteps were light, and his slender frame blended in within the darkness that shrouded him. He had gotten closer – much closer – to the man.
And... now.
Baring his fangs, Yoite grabbed the male by his shoulders, turned him around, and dug them into the bare flesh. Yoite took gulps at a time, savouring the sweet bittery taste of the blood, making sure that his prey wouldn't have time to struggle, whimper, or fight against him.
It wasn't the best tasting, but it would do. All of the mans bags dropped from his hands, sound of cracking glass, and shattering echoed throughout the alley-way, and the man's screams disappeared within the darkness.
The vampire dropped the man, and stood up, opening his cerulean eyes – feeling completely regenerated, and rejuvenated. He used his tongue to lick off the remaining blood that stuck to the edges of his mouth.
He stepped forward, to look at the man in which he had just feasted off of, and stepped on (what felt like) glass, and also... something soft. He looked down to see that he was stepping on glass shards, and a couple teddy bears.
His eyes slightly widened, slowly stepping back. His face remained a monotonous expression, as he leaned down and picked up a piece of the glass shard. It read:
Happy Birthday Son.