Azumano at night was always the quietest time for the city. Everyone who lived within its common concrete walls knew that. All except for the nightclubs, taverns and shady alley's with even shadier people in it were just as quiet as the grave. Golden eyes opened upon the world, sensing that someone was near. He didn't exactly know where he was or rather whom he was with, but Krad did know one thing, as little as the humans that had tried to murder the entire household of Hikari, he and his younger brother had escaped from the massacre alive. And yet in all thoughts upon the matter, Krad had wished the boy had been left for dead in that godforsaken place. After all, that boy who called himself his brother had resurrected the one who had took him to the grave in the first place.
His head was spinning as he tried to stand up. Senses were reeling in and out of proper proportion, which was enough to make him feel as if he was going to vomit up bile at any minute. It was the way anyone would feel if they had suddenly blacked out while flying unless you were on an aeroplane where the stewardesses would take care of you. That was one of the many differences between flying on an aeroplane and actually putting the effort in your self. However, he had never flown on an aeroplane and had made it one of his many intentions in all fairness not to. There was something that didn't seem quite right about being on a floating craft, which at any moment could give in to gravity and crash.
"Where am I?" The question couldn't cover what he was thinking right now. He had remembered what he had done over the past few weeks before his death, remembered how much of his mind truly wasn't in contact with anything that he was doing but now it seemed as if the fall had cured him of his particularly psychological ailment that only came to vampires when they had been abandoned. And yet hatred still grew inside of him. If there was one thing that he still yearned for, it was to take everything away from the people he hated, including Satoshi and then murder them, tear them to shreds if he had to but now that he truly thought of it, he realised that his sudden urges to kill were becoming weaker by the second.
The atmosphere seemed rather still around him, completely derelict of life. He was hungry now, he knew that but whom was he going to pick off looking like this? An ancient pile of rags covered him. He needed new clothes. Someone landed not so far from the entrance or rather what he assumed was the entrance to the alleyway. It seemed as if his own quick feet were the things that were going to get him out of this now…especially since he didn't want to be discovered by Satoshi. The scent was unmistakable, a certain musky odour that bothered him greatly. Without much thought, he took off deeper into the alleyway, exiting out onto what seemed to be a particularly strange area that somehow looked like a dock where boats would pull into harbour for a certain stated time.
This was where he seemed to remember the place as a good area for criminals who thought of nothing better to do than steal, rape, maim and murder. They weren't that much different to vampires in all fairness…unless the vampire had charisma, then things were definitely different between the two. Someone was standing at the entrance of all the warehouses, selling off what smelled like a good dose of opium to Krad. This was just perfect, the type that would satisfy him for at least two whole days. Walking out of the shadows, he disappeared into thin air, as it seemed or rather turned invisible just to make his prey feel the true touch of fear. It often made the blood boil rather wonderfully. And that was what he now wanted to taste.
The male drug dealer seemed stiffened by such an act, almost as if he was paralysed with fear but he knew he wasn't. Krad knew what it was truly like to be truly paralysed with fear and that was one of the many things that made him different from his victims. His pale, pearl hands wrapped around his victims throat, drawing it back ever so gently before feeling the familiar tips inside his mouth. That was what was plunged down into the victim's neck to make two perfect holes, a pair of fangs that were given to vampires so that it was possible to feed. Some thought it was a gift; others thought it was a curse. Krad thought that it was both, a reminder and a way that would allow him to escape into his own private ecstasy.
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It seemed that since he had left this world, this place had changed to the point where he could no longer recognise what it had actually become. The only aspect of Azumano that seemed familiar to him was the strange silence that seemed to touch it by night. He wondered if he still had his blood connections to Riku, Daisuke and Satoshi…wondered if he could contact them somehow.
Riku? Daisuke? Satoshi?
He tried and kept at it, wondering if he would get a response but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear anything. Shivering slightly from the cool water that seemed to cover him rather freely, he took off towards his apartment. Maybe, just maybe he would find someone there that he recognised…loved even.