Reforming Humanity with Blood (Open to all until further notice)

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    The town was bustling with people, all going their seperate ways. Some pushed others to get pass, and some let others pass. Some people were in no rush, yet some were hurrying to a meaningless task. In the alley-way, there was no one to pass, and no one that rush. There was only trash.
    A silhouette-like creature jumped down into the alley. In the shadows, it looked like a grotesque human. Indeed, it looked like a human, a human with fangs and eyes that screamed of violent and blood-thirsty intentions. This humanlike creature was a vampire. The vampire gazed at the humans who walked by the alley, who didn't take any heed to the peculiar creature. The vampire looked up at the sky. "Only two more hours until sun-down" he calculated. The vampire smirked, whispering "And then it'll be time for 'it' to start."



    OOC: The main object of this story is for the people in this town to "become" vampires (by the vampires sucking their blood, of course.)
    You can be either human or vampire. Please be able to write more than a small sentence.

    The white-haired girl walked among the crowd, her entire body shaded by a sun hat way too big for her. Her orangish eyes locked onto one after another, determining which one would be the tastiest. It was easy... too easy for her to get what she wanted. After all, most humans wouldn't turn their back on a "helpless" child.

    Erol juggled his bowling pins with an ease that was incredible, even for other Vampires. His waistcoat and top hat exposed his well-muscled arms whilst covering most of his jet of crimson hair from the large crowd of humans gathered around him, Erol was far outnumbering the other circus shows with the amount of humans he was attracting.


    Reveling in the attention he was getting, Erol smiled under the full mask that covered his entire face, covering his eyes with a black velvet cloth. Erol's mask was basically a completely flat face wih no facial features at all apart from two strips of blue tape in the shape of an 'x' across where the mouth of the mask should be. Up the pins went.


    Glancing at the sunset, Erol's sapphire eyes turned a deep red underneath his mask and he started to eye up the necks of the humans gathered around him. Continuing to juggle, Erol started to drool before licking his lips and catching the drops of salivia with his abnormally large tongue so that the humans wouldn't see and so that they wouldn't give him away.


    As the last rays of the dying sun got dragged back below the horizon, every single Vampire tensed as they waited for someone to make the first move.


    Wasting no time at all, Erol's finger turned to large and vicious claws that he used to rip off his mask to reveal a grotesque image beneath. The face underneath was vile as the teeth were many and like toothy needles set into his jaws. Erol launched himself at the nearest human and all hell broke loose as the Vampire ripped into the human's neck.


    Skin rippling, Erol's body turned a coal black as he ripped off his clothing and a long, black and forked tail snaked out from his back. Leaping to the next human, Erol looked like a large and very demonic cat in a large crowd of mice.

    (May I have two characters?)


    Sapiro glanced backwards across the road as screams caressed her ears. Already? It's barely sundown. Impertinence, she scoffed, lifting her sun hat with a tiny hand. Deciding she might as well join in the fun, the vampire strode over to the source of the commotion.

    ooc: I guess you can have two characters, as long as it doesn't complicate anything.


    IC:
    Aeneas strolled out of the alleyway. The evening sun sunk deeper, and deeper into the ground. He raised his eyebrows, hearing a human screech. "Oh, dear," he murmered, "is it that time already?" Aeneas walked into an half empty book store. Clearly, the store was going out of business, but that didn't matter to Aeneas. All he needed was a human to drink from.

    Damien was heading out of bookstore and into the ally. He didn't notice much and most people didn't notice him. His long black hair hid his eyes. He was a traveler, a vagabond with no family. His mother had finally passed away from disease only a couple years ago, and his father had been a fiendish abusive brute. Thus, Damien was alone in the world. He happened to be good at sports and had some medical training, but who wanted to hire and invest in an unknown stray like him? He headed down the ally to the soup kitchens were he would not only find food, but could work serving others.

    After comsuming most of the humans blood, Aeneas walked out of the book store, spitting out some leftover blood, which stained his grey clothing. After gaining his balance, he started walking towards the soup kitchen, ready to strike again.
    Aeneas walked inside a soup kitchen, his eyes scanning the humans. He took a deep breath, ready to once again cause chaos.

    Harper walked along the street as the sun began to set. She clutched her handbag in her arms, holding it against her chest. A blustery wind blew, and she shivered. No one seemed to be out by now, and she tried to hurry home. Something was stirring, and it made her uncomfortable; even more reason to get her mortal self back to safety. A scream pierced her ears, and she stopped in shock. The sound came from the central part of town, and in order to avoid whatever was happening, Harper veered off and into the woods. She managed to cut through some bushes and yards before making her way to a place safely away from the possible danger. There'd been things like this happen before. People dying, disappearing, or outright causing an uproar for no particular reason. This however was one of them. Harper came to a clearing, and without realizing, she had come upon a cemetery. It was lined with ancient tombstones and rotted earth; though all of this was blocked out by the evening's lack of light. She slipped on a soft patch of earth all of a sudden, and Harper fell backward. She hit the ground hard on her back, and began tumbling down the hill she'd been standing on. Harper screamed as she was startled. Her body rolled to a stop, at the foot of the hill. Her legs and arms had gained a few bruises, and a nasty gash cut across her cheek. Unconscious... Harper was unaware of what had just happened.