The cloak of darkness that settled upon the forest was sickening. It was as if the forest itself was filled with an inky darkness that not even the brightest of lights could illuminate. The full moon however peaked through the wispy gray clouds, illuminating the clearing where blood was running like a thick river through the earth. A hunched over figure was letting out whines and garbled snarls of pain as its hands struggled to drag it forward through the grass. It was a man. The man's thick, dark black hair tinged with silver hung around his head like a mane, his eyes as amber as wheat was dialated and looking frantically around for sounds. His naked, bloody body was muscular, toned perfectly and upon closer inspection one would even assume his face would be quiet alluring in a... feral way.
The man's lips drew back in a snarl as he heard far off sounds of the bloodsuckers who had chased him to his current point. He was exhausted, yet the determination and fear were the only things that kept him going in a situation like he was. Forcing himself to start running, he began running as fast as he could, kicking up dirt and leaves in his wake as he rushed through the forest, his breath coming in gasps as he struggled to get oxygen to his lungs. His legs burned with pain and the poisonous arrowhead that was lodged in his back certainly didn't help. However, he was determined to lose them. Quickly, he continued to move, eventually seeing light ahead he rushed towards it and then... unconsciousness.
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He woke up, his body lying in a cold cell... however... An enraged howl escaped his lips as he slammed his weight against the locked iron door, struggling with all his might to get through. His desperation even died down as he collasped to the floor in defeat. This was the third time he had escaped the bloodsucker's clutches and only to find himself back into the same forsaken situation. It was the same, cramped, cold cell with the air smelling thickly of mold and blood. The man slammed his fist into the ground, cracking the stone floor underneath him. Was he doomed to serve the bloodsuckers for life...? A voice above him shouted, "Give the dog some food eh?" He growled, yet he crawled away into the corners to wait.
The bloodsuckers took an especially... unhealthy fascination and amusement to watch him attack and devour human women. As his only source of food in this regard, they downgraded him and treated him as if he was a mindless animal... in which at this point he felt like he was. He no longer acted upon though and logic, he acted upon irrational rage and bloodlust. He's gained a taste for human flesh and has grown to wait for the vampires to bring in a woman for him to devour. So there he was, naked and growling, simply waiting for them to put in his meal.
