I have had an inspiration!
I was watching the sunset. Today it was a sort of mixture of blue, and orange, and purple, and indigo... And I decided to write a story about Dusk's tortured-ness. Don't ask me how I got inspiration to write a story about an evil vampire from a sunset, because I don't know. I'm going to just shush my face and write the story now.
Dusk strolled along the streets of Dublin. He thought about the brat who had cut his face, and wondered where she was now. Not that it mattered to him, as long as she was dead, but he still wondered. She was probably at home, kissing her parents good night and walking up to her room. She'd no doubt eaten a nice meal, and told her family about her day.
Dusk wished he had a family.
It would be nice to have some parents who called him up every now and again. 'Hello dear, oh, how we've missed you!' 'Son, I think I found some information on that man with the sunglasses, Bobby whats-his-name... May be wrong though, you know how I am with names...' Or a family, someone to kiss him and ask how his day was when he got home from a long night of killing people. 'Darling you're home! I love you...' 'Daddy, can we come and help you kill people tomorrow?' I would be nice. Not that Dusk was insecure or anything. And he definitely wasn't lonely, not in a million years.
He wandered around the city, looking for someone to suck the blood out of. Drunks had a bad aftertaste, and drug addicts made him vomit. Which significantly narrowed down his selection, in this part of the city. He couldn't stop thinking about how he wanted a family, though. Even a friend would be nice. Someone who shared his love of murder and fine wines... He was a vampire, so he couldn't actually drink the wine, but that didn't mean he didn't like fine wines.
Dusk had actually tried to find a girlfriend several times, actually. Murder Rose was the only one he hadn't eaten. He did get horribly peckish at times...
The streets were getting emptier, but Dusk didn't mind. He wasn't really that hungry anyway. He was getting a little sad, thinking about how he had no friends. The Vengance Club, or whatever, had been nice, but he hated all the people in it. Dusk didn't hate everyone, though. He didn't hate the people he hadn't met yet. It just wasn't fair. Dusk was a little scary, and he had a tendency to kill people on sight, and there was the minor complication of him being a vampire, but once you got to know him he was a great guy. That Skeleton Detective had friends, and he was incredibly lame and not as handsome as Dusk. Sanguine had friends. He was very ugly, in Dusk's opinion, and not funny at all, and he had even managed to get a girlfriend, that Tanith Low person. What this Tanith saw in Sanguine that she didn't see in Dusk, Dusk didn't know. But she was a blonde, and obviously not very smart. China, or Porcelain, or whatever her name was was much prettier than Tanith. Maybe he should ask her out sometime... She might still be a little mad about that time when he helped Vengeous try to capture and torture her, but she seemed like a reasonable and mature girl. Surely she was over that by now. Yes, if he remembered correctly that China was very pretty. But how was he to go about asking her on a date? And she would probably be at least a little angry over when he had tried to capture her... And the other half-a-dozen times he had tried to kill her. Dusk wasn't very tactful sometimes. He should pay more attention to future dating prospects when he went about killing people. But Dusk wasn't lonely at all, of course not.
Dusk sighed.
A little OOC? Completely fail? Averagely good? Tell me in the reviews. Also post pairings and such that you think I should write about, as I am completely lost without you people. :) Much thanks to Mademise Morte for the many reviews. :) Radishes! By the way, Dusk is completely wrong as far as Sanguine's attractiveness goes, not to mention his sense of humor. **looks off into the distance and gives fangirly sigh** Anyway, thanks for reading!