~Viktor Zeklos~
A shadow slunk through the cemetery. The dark form had a predatory crouch to it. It came up to a young male writing graffiti on a tombstone and snickering. The dark creature's eyes flashed a clear blue in the lamplight of the young male who was too preoccupied with disgracing the dead. The dark figure let out a dark chuckle and stepped out into the lamplight. The young male stopped what he was doing and just stared in horrified, morbid awe at the being before him. A red haired man that looked about in his early twenties with blood red hair and eyes so blue they reflected his surroundings. He was wearing dark black leather pants that hung so low on his hips that the only thing keeping them up were chains leading to a choker around his pale neck. He Also donned black leather gloves that came up to his elbows and attached to shoulder armor. Intricate tattoos adorned his exposed body.
In a delicate hand with long fingers he held a spear so polished the young male could see his own look of horror. The beings voice was soft but it had a cruel teasing tone to it, "That's a VERY naughty thing to be doing boy....Desecrating the dead like that...you don't see me disgracing the LIVING like that. Do you?" All the young man could do was shake his head vigorously. The being chuckled, "See? Now clean off what you had done...we don't want the dead to get angry do we now?" The boy shook his head and started cleaning off the gravestone all the while shaking like a leaf. When he was done the being smirked, "Feels better doesn't it?' The boy nodded slightly, "Y-Y-Y-Yes. It does sir." The being laughed, "Oh don't be so formal. Call me Viktor." He said softly." The boy sighed he was shaking only slightly, "Sir viktor...why are you out her on such a cold night?" He asked quietly.
Suddenly he felt himself pressed up against a tree. It all happened so fast, "I'm here to have a little taste of the human race..." Viktor mumbled into the crook of the boys neck, "Wha--" But before he could finish his vocal cords were torn out with the rest of his jugular by vicious teeth. He was dead within seconds. Blood spilled from viktor's mouth as he smirked at the now limp body that was laying on the floor. He sighed as he wiped the blood from his mouth, "Hmmm...young blood tastes so much better." He started speaking to the dead body, "I told you not to anger the dead." He picked up the body and dropped it into a nearby river. He rolled his shoulders and had a pleased look on his face as they popped, "Time to get back i suppose..." He muttered to himself as dawn neared. He took off running with an incredible amount of speed.
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