Kaylin was a vampire. Yes, a vampire. He wasn't a merciful creature. He wasn't a sweet, lovable blood sucker. He didn't sparkle in the sun, no, more like burst into a violent blaze and die a painful death in the sun. He was intolerant of silver, and garlic made his eyes water. He loved to tear his victims to pieces.
Kaylin wasn't really the type to dine with a napkin and a nice china. He was the kind to hunt in the alleys of cities, consuming the filth of the city, the people that contaminated good streets with drugs, guns, and bloodshed that went to waste. Kay wasn't a being with a conscious, but he hated to waste useful people that might breed some delicious meals, so why feed upon them in plenty, when there was such dirty little humans at his disposal? His five-hundred and fifty year old fingers were capable of a quick death, but wheres the fun in that?
So, this lust for criminal blood brought him to prowl upon west fifty-third street in downtown of some city he couldn't care to learn the name for. Kay just wanted something to do, something to bite into. Kay, hands in pockets, leisurely walked through the run down part of the city, muggers and worthless men with guns and knives eyed him curiously, none daring to approach, due to the haze of dread that seemed to follow this particular vampire around.
[[Haven't been on in awhile, bored and wanted a vampire R.P. because I love 'em :]
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