Vachal was known as a nice boy, normally, but like all the nicer boys, even he has a darker side, mainly the part where he sucks people blood and can easily kill a person if he wanted, but he wasn't much for killing unlike the rest of his family who didn't take as much care as he did when feeding, like today, the sun was going down, and Val was feeding, his fangs dug deep into a girls neck, drinking the sweet blood, savoring every drop. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and his other lightly on her shoulder, keeping her from falling down.
He didn't know her name, just that he was hungry and she had been there, alone she had seemed, and though he hated drinking someones blood far away from civilization, but, even one can be driven by hunger enough to refuse habits that have been tried to make.
When he believed he took enough and got most of his senses back, he leaned his head back, licking his lips. He looked at the girl a moment who was unconscious. He set her gently on the ground, making sure she'd be safe when she woke, then stood up and strode off, down towards the beach. Red eyes glanced out at the waters before continuing his walk.
Tonight he looked like another eighteen year old, tall, seemingly handsome, though, he looked quite bored. His boots kicked up sand as he walked, grumbling he knew sand would get stuck in between the metal clips. He ran a hand through his black hair, but it just fell over his eyes again.
He didn't know her name, just that he was hungry and she had been there, alone she had seemed, and though he hated drinking someones blood far away from civilization, but, even one can be driven by hunger enough to refuse habits that have been tried to make.
When he believed he took enough and got most of his senses back, he leaned his head back, licking his lips. He looked at the girl a moment who was unconscious. He set her gently on the ground, making sure she'd be safe when she woke, then stood up and strode off, down towards the beach. Red eyes glanced out at the waters before continuing his walk.
Tonight he looked like another eighteen year old, tall, seemingly handsome, though, he looked quite bored. His boots kicked up sand as he walked, grumbling he knew sand would get stuck in between the metal clips. He ran a hand through his black hair, but it just fell over his eyes again.