Post by Valkon on Aug 20, 2005 9:42:51 GMT -5
Valkon sat at a table in the corner of the Tavern. His violet eyes scanning the crowd in amusement. Sensitive ears picked up even the smallest, closed-mouthed hiccup from the man at the bar. The smell of smoke and alcohol mingled with the scent of sweat and bad breath. Valkon almost gagged on it.
Mortals... He muttered under his breath. They were pathetic. Small and insignificant. Many of them born poor and died even more in poverty. Proved how much good they were. But Valkon couldn't put them down entirely. He had been born a mortal. But he had been trained quickly in the ways of a Child of Darkness. He had never lived truly as a human. He had learned to love the taste of blood quickly, treating it as a treat when he had done good.
His sharp violet eyes zeroed in on a pudgy man sitting on the other side of the room. Alone at his own table the pig man drank alcohol. His orbs were glazed over, right up until his food came. The waitress set his food down on the table, he nodded and picked up his fork and knife as if he would use them. Setting the knife down again he shoveled food into his mouth like a pig at a trough. Disgusting. Valkon watched and let him enjoy his meal. That’s what they did with prisoners on death row, right? They got to have and enjoy their last meal. This pig sure looked like he enjoyed it. He heaved another fork full into his mouth then picked up his mug and drank half the glass. Valkon almost gagged again. Disgusting! All of them.
The pig man hiccupped and decided he was done. He pushed his plate away from him and signaled for the waitress. No one else got a waitress. This man must be important, or perhaps rich, well-known? Who knows, Valkon didn’t care. The pudgy male hefted himself out of his wooden chair, it creaked and groaned as he swivelled his legs around then it seemed to sigh when he finally stood. His legs however, didn’t look as though they would stay straight and hold him up. Valkon liked the ones that could run, this man would only scream. He couldn’t move any faster than a slow walk The man surveyed the room before moving to leave. His eyes fell on Valkon, and stayed there. The mans mind raced with what he could do to such a young boy, such energy. Pigs. All of them. Valkon saw his thoughts, rapist. He raped young boys. He’d get a hell of a surprise if he tried to get Valkon.
The man blinked and stepped outside. Smiling on the inside Valkon stood and followed him. It was dark outside, the night air a sweet escape from the stuffy dirt air in the Tavern. The man turned back to see Valkon heading down an alleyway just after the end of the Tavern. There were no lights in the alleyway, so Valkon slipped into the shadows, invisible. The man stepped down the alleyway cautiously, searching the shadows with human eyes to find the ripe young boy. When he thought he had been mistaken in coming here a figure moved out of the shadows at the end of the alley. The man walked quickly, surprising Valkon a little, he could move fast when he saw something he wanted apparently. Valkon smiled and stood still and quiet as the man threw himself upon Valkon, hoping to knock him to the ground so he could have his way. When Valkon didn’t move the man tried to recoil, but Valkon held fast. The man made to scream, Valkon covered his mouth with one gloved hand, the scream serving to bring the Blood Lust to its peak. Valkon sunk his fangs into the mans neck. Hot steaming blood rushed from the holes, filling Valkon’s mouth.
When the last of the blood had passed through the tiny pinpricks the man fell limp. Valkon released his grip and let the man tumble softly to the cobbles.
Valkon walked back down the alleyway and out onto the street. He surveyed the street, finding that it was empty of all but one horse, assumed to be the pig mans horse. Valkon shrugged and stepped lightly to the beast. A tall black stallion. Gazing into the things eyes a sliver of red gleamed in the black darkness of the right eye. Perfect. Valkon slid his hand over the things forehead, it was his now. Forever and always. Vassago. Its name was Vassago.
Valkon slipped around to one side and mounted the black horse. Turning it to the East he urged Vassago into a canter. The horse gave a snort and took off smoothly.