...The blood was dripping from his teeth. Still warm and fresh. A new victim has fell in his hands... Or should I say Its hands... Devouring scream was engulfed in the explosion of silence. The park was empty, with only a white-skinned figure of a man holding a dead body. He gently lift the body on his shoulder and with the speed of sound dissapeared into the night. Some man was walking down the path where the smell of death could still be smelt, and a puddle of blood seen. The ignorance of mankind led him a probably safer route, accidentaly avoiding the „crime scene“ and also, saving his life that he didn't even know it was in danger. Dissapearing into the night as he came, the man was followed by the silver-eyed stare of lust, hiding on top of the tree. The eyes stopped sparkling and a figure stood up, hiding the dead body in the tree in which he was, and jumped down on a stone covered path. Mild light of a park lamp shew his long black hair that was covering his white face covered with a red stain beneath his lower lips... And that silver look in his eyes... Vengeful, still peaceful, mad, though gentle... Every human emotion had its inhuman contrast...
Ovo je jedan dio romana koji pišem neko vrijeme. Pogodite o čem se radi??? :)
Ja obožavam stvorenja noći, a posebno vampire!
Recite vaše mišljenje o ulomku, tak da znam jel dobro il ne. :)
~Keep the faith!~
Post je objavljen 27.02.2006. u 22:04 sati.