To look upon a vampire is to look upon death, for a vampire does not feel or experience the lively emotions of humans. At least that was the dark reality for the man who was standing, staring at the city landscape before him. Fate had decided to give him a cruel reality centuries ago. He used to be a vampire hunter many, many years ago but it was abruptly ended by an ambush by the bloodsucking demons. His dear comrades had perished and he had survived, left with turning into his worse enemy.
With a shake of his head, he exhaled a breath through full lips, his eyes closing in a brief intensity of thought before he began to wander. He didn't have a place to call home, he was a monster and now he was conditioned to not even care. His dark, ragged raven black hair swept around his face like a dark aura while his piercing red eyes peered menacingly from a beautifully formed face. The trace of a few scars on his jawline was visible.
As his gaze focused ahead the nighttime seeming to cling to him. But, he paused as soon as he saw a shape walking ahead of him. Eyes narrowing, his fangs sharpened as he placed a hand over his mouth, hiding instinctively, watching.