silvertongue217
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The great Lord Richard Damian Frencesco Moore (the third) paused dangling over the foyer and watching himself gently sway above the marbled tile, he slowly closed his eyes and took a low breath trying to imagine what he would be feeling right now if he wasn’t technically dead, was the castle warm? Did it have a nice scent to it? Would his muscles be straining right now? . It was winter outside but the castle fires were burning strong and he imagined the castle was actually quite warm and toasty, he was on his 1,000th pull up and even though it was impossible for a mortal to do it he still imagined feeling the burn after a work out, the satisfaction of pushing a limit and getting results. He was dead though so it didn’t matter at least not in any way that counted his pale marble skin was sculpted to perfection and even if he continued to do a thousand more push ups.
It would make no difference
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He continued keeping his eyes closed as he moved up and down on the metal bar he affixed high into the ceiling, even though it did nothing he quite liked working out for the solitude it gave him and the internal peace it brought. Sure it didn't accomplish any thing but it did take away the troubles he was currently going through.
1,020
It was by accident but he felt responsible, he should have known going down to the village was dangerous after not feeding on animal blood for so long. Even though it was only three days he needed animal blood more often than if it were human. Of course on that day he had been so eager to get out of the house that he didn't really think about his hunger.
Until it was to late
He went down to the small village outside his castle and for the most part enjoyed himself yes the hunger was hard to control but with more than a thousand years of practice under his belt he managed it. Even stopping to visit a few children whose parents (and ancestors) he knew. That night however he found a pair of lovers at the beach, a young girl and fresh faced boy who looked ready to blow off some teenage lust. They smelled good but it was tolerable, Alex hadn’t had a lover in a long time so against his better judgment he had inched along in the shadows playing the voyeur to their little moment of solitude.
They were having a good go at it when tragedy befell them in the form of the teenage girl cutting her self on some of the rock. The smell of her blood heady with the endorphins of her lust hit him and hit him hard blocking every thing else out. Before he knew it he was traveling across the beach his coat flapping in the night leathery wings as he approached the woman. She didn't even have time to react before he was on her biting into her neck and draining her blood in one smooth motion. He ignored the boys thumps on his back and waited until she was drained before feasting on his less desirable but equally tasty blood.
He growled and dropped falling the ten feet down into the foyer and landing lightly on his toes. He watched some of the servants scurrying and ignored them instead reaching for his black coat. He left it open and walked quickly the cloak once again flapping as he bounded across the hall and up to his tower. He ignored his reflection in the mirror knowing that what would look back at him would only serve to irritate him further. He was of course pale and muscular his body may as well have been chiseled from stone, his hair was dark as midnight and long going down to his chin which held rough stubble, his eyes were dark black tinged with red. He was a handsome man or would be if he didnt give off the air of being some one you didnt approach under any circumstances.
The death for the young lovers haunted him as hard as he tried to ignore it he still saw them still felt their blood pumping through him. He had to dispose of the bodies of course unless some one found them and the trail led back to him. A part of him thought he probably should have moved went into hiding for a while but he loved his home and it was one of the few places he found solace in.
So he would pray no one found him out
He walked into his room and closed the door locking it and sliding onto the bed. He couldn't sleep of course but the bed was a place he often found quite and peace in. He sunk into it closing his eyes and breathing in deeply trying to find his center and peace.
The great Lord Richard Damian Frencesco Moore (the third) paused dangling over the foyer and watching himself gently sway above the marbled tile, he slowly closed his eyes and took a low breath trying to imagine what he would be feeling right now if he wasn’t technically dead, was the castle warm? Did it have a nice scent to it? Would his muscles be straining right now? . It was winter outside but the castle fires were burning strong and he imagined the castle was actually quite warm and toasty, he was on his 1,000th pull up and even though it was impossible for a mortal to do it he still imagined feeling the burn after a work out, the satisfaction of pushing a limit and getting results. He was dead though so it didn’t matter at least not in any way that counted his pale marble skin was sculpted to perfection and even if he continued to do a thousand more push ups.
It would make no difference
1,001
He continued keeping his eyes closed as he moved up and down on the metal bar he affixed high into the ceiling, even though it did nothing he quite liked working out for the solitude it gave him and the internal peace it brought. Sure it didn't accomplish any thing but it did take away the troubles he was currently going through.
1,020
It was by accident but he felt responsible, he should have known going down to the village was dangerous after not feeding on animal blood for so long. Even though it was only three days he needed animal blood more often than if it were human. Of course on that day he had been so eager to get out of the house that he didn't really think about his hunger.
Until it was to late
He went down to the small village outside his castle and for the most part enjoyed himself yes the hunger was hard to control but with more than a thousand years of practice under his belt he managed it. Even stopping to visit a few children whose parents (and ancestors) he knew. That night however he found a pair of lovers at the beach, a young girl and fresh faced boy who looked ready to blow off some teenage lust. They smelled good but it was tolerable, Alex hadn’t had a lover in a long time so against his better judgment he had inched along in the shadows playing the voyeur to their little moment of solitude.
They were having a good go at it when tragedy befell them in the form of the teenage girl cutting her self on some of the rock. The smell of her blood heady with the endorphins of her lust hit him and hit him hard blocking every thing else out. Before he knew it he was traveling across the beach his coat flapping in the night leathery wings as he approached the woman. She didn't even have time to react before he was on her biting into her neck and draining her blood in one smooth motion. He ignored the boys thumps on his back and waited until she was drained before feasting on his less desirable but equally tasty blood.
He growled and dropped falling the ten feet down into the foyer and landing lightly on his toes. He watched some of the servants scurrying and ignored them instead reaching for his black coat. He left it open and walked quickly the cloak once again flapping as he bounded across the hall and up to his tower. He ignored his reflection in the mirror knowing that what would look back at him would only serve to irritate him further. He was of course pale and muscular his body may as well have been chiseled from stone, his hair was dark as midnight and long going down to his chin which held rough stubble, his eyes were dark black tinged with red. He was a handsome man or would be if he didnt give off the air of being some one you didnt approach under any circumstances.
The death for the young lovers haunted him as hard as he tried to ignore it he still saw them still felt their blood pumping through him. He had to dispose of the bodies of course unless some one found them and the trail led back to him. A part of him thought he probably should have moved went into hiding for a while but he loved his home and it was one of the few places he found solace in.
So he would pray no one found him out
He walked into his room and closed the door locking it and sliding onto the bed. He couldn't sleep of course but the bed was a place he often found quite and peace in. He sunk into it closing his eyes and breathing in deeply trying to find his center and peace.