Pacing with the speed of a lightning through the forest Carlisle didn't enjoyed the harsh wind against his marble and granite like body. He felt his senses spread, his every nerve, every muscle was stretched out as if to make ready for something bigger. In fact, that was the case. He was on his hunting trip. The nearest town where he currently stayed wasn't a safe place to hunt these days. The people were very religious and easily convincible that a dead, drained body was the work of a bloodsucker like him. The "fairytale" would simply become a fact and he did not have the intention to revive Inquisition.
So he searched for his prey outside of the town,
roaming through the forest and along the cliffs and the beach below
them. As he was closer to the cliffs his ears caught a soft
whimper... was it a human? His scent would have been faded through
the rain very fast, to she wasn't sure and decided to look and check.
As he arrived at the cliffs he watched a small figure at the edge of
them...jumping. Without a thought and a second to waste he raced to
the edge, but
as he looked downwards, the figure, a woman he could
tell now, laid on the ground without to move. He let his body fall
down to the beach, landing with a deep thud in the sand, not taking
any harm. He made his decision as he could hear a soft heartbeat,
threatening to end within a minute. He leaned down and sank his teeth
in the woman's neck, injecting his vampire venom into her blood
system.