Post by ~Aphrodite~ on Feb 25, 2006 14:16:23 GMT
I sat on the bench reading some classic that I've already read a thousand times. Books are a little hard to come by these days. I lean back into the bench and the chilly air embraces my face. I turn my head away from the book and into the direction of the breeze. The air tossing and turning my locks into a tangled mess. My nose picks up on other walking past. Their warmth, their blood, coursing through their bodies. It makes me so hungry. I stand up book in my hand and decide that it is time to go home. Time to see that some of the others have scored the blood from the bloodbank like I asked them too. If not. Tongiht we will have to prey on the innocent. But, me and mine will not starve. We worked to hard to become free and i'm not about to let anyone starve now. I can always manage to seduce a few people into coming back to our place. I grin at that thought and head back home...