He let out a chuckle, excitement twinkling in his crystal, blue eyes. His prey tonight had fight, which only boosted the pleasure when he finally sunk his fangs in. He finally gave chase to the young girl, easily running through the trees. The moonlight shone bright that night, allowing for perfect sight. Not that he needed it, for he had perfect sight, be it day or night. He felt the energy course through his body, a smirk curving the edges of his lips.
As he reached the edge wall of the city Braekon, he found his prey looking around as she tried to think a way out. But pity for her, one side held the wall around the castle and the other the river of Gyrath. He slowly strode over to her, enjoying every second he could witness her terror. Her big, green eyes, twin emeralds, stared upon him in utter fear. Even the tremble of her body brought to him a sliver of joy. He found himself only feet away from her, she tried to step back. But, she only found herself with her back pressed against the wall. Her silky black hair fell across her face, as if she was thinking she could escape him.
He brought his hand up, only to crush her shoulder against the wall. He saw the pain that devoured her sweet facial expression. Shame she couldn't scream, that would have made it so much sweeter. To hear her cries as she gasped in pain. But regretfully, her defect vocal chords wouldn't allow it. He brought his face level with hers, which was quite a bend. He was at a height of Six foot Two, and she obviously was in the lower Five foot range. A grin came to his lips, whispering to her, "Be still, sweet. This might hurt..."
His lips trailed to her neck, breathing in her rich scent. Her skin was so warm, he thought as he licked the point on her neck where the blood flowed the strongest. His lips pulled back from his teeth, revealing long, terrifying incisors. Fangs. He brought them against the skin of her neck, almost piercing it. Oh, he couldn't wait to devour all of her warm blood. He pressed himself up against her trembling body, striking his fangs deep into her neck. Feeling the intake of air she took in, the pain great for her.
He took to slowly swallowing large gulps of blood, savoring the taste. She tasted sweet, like honeysuckle. The warmth of the blood filling up his stone-cold body. It almost made him feel alive. He thought he could feel the warm flush in his cheek....almost. He crushed her with more force against the wall, her weak body tried to struggle against him but couldn't manage much. He closed his eyes, indulging in her delicious blood. Feeling her strength fade, her body weaken beneath him.