Post by Septimus on Feb 24, 2008 22:53:08 GMT -7
Septimus had channeled all his anger to this very night. Anger that only dealt within the devil somehow mad it's way to him. His eyes had turned blood red. His appearance had even changed just a bit. He wore his black button up shirt with jeans and tennis shoes. Not an outfit that would make him stand out which is what he wanted. After all he did want to somehow blend into the crowd sort of speak.His mark was still visible thought so was his scar right about his left eye. He was marked for sure but many had no idea what they meant nor did they care but they soon would.
He walked down the darkened street with the moonlight shinning almost as brightly as the sun had earlier that day. Septimus was on the hunt. He was in a bit of rage as well so this made him extra dangerous. No human or creature could stand in his way right now. He was pretty much capable of doing whatever he wanted to whomever. His shoulder length hair was now in a ponytail. The breeze made his ponytail bounce as he walked.
He had on his black leather jacket that fit just right in all the right places. He got strange looks as he passed rather harshly by them. His boots making his pronounced arrival. He soon smelt the blood of a small girl. He turned his nose up and vanished. He appeared to the young girl one night while she was feeding her dear little kitten. He smirked as he got close to her. "Hello little girl. Want to come with me?" He smiled at her as he waited for her response. She seemed not afraid.
She went willingly with him and he led her deep into the forest not to far from the street he had originally been walking on. He got her into the shadows and then and there he grabbed her small body and sunk his sharp fangs into her soft baby like skin. Her blood was so sweet. Oh nothing could top the blood of a small child. The flavor was still left on his tongue as he finished draining her blood. He through her body into a local pond but not before snapping her neck. Oh the crunching of bones sent a chill up his spine.
Septimus smirked as he walked back up to the street. He fixed his muddled shirt and brushed off some grass that had found its' way onto it. He pulled his ponytail tighter as he was now back where he started. This would be a glorious night of killing, feeding, and torture for the little human race. He just smirked at that wonderful dark thought that had been on his mind the entire day while he slept in await for the sun to go down.
The air smelt somehow of sex,betrayal, and murder. This was a low district street. He looked around as he saw hookers and homeless bums. Nobody special which was all the better. He could kill them and nobody would miss the sorry losers. No life was safe around Septimus while he was like this. Pity the fool that trys to stop him because they won't get very far. Septimus had strength that was untold and unmatched by all others. Perhaps he would one day meet the fellow that possessed such strength as well. That would be a smashing day he thought to himself.
Septimus soon felt a shadow follow him. Oh the dear old fool must be lost or following me. Why would someone do that? He would find out soon. He dashed into a local street that was deserted. He transformed into a lady wearing a slinky blue dress with her hair all done up in red curls. He smirked as he could have a bit of fun in his rage. He soon found an unsuspecting soul . Mean were such pigs. OH wait he was a man. Oh well damn he was talking about himself. Oh well fun it shall be tonight.
The dirty old man followed Septimus into an alley not to far off the street. There Septimus ripped the old man apart after he drained the pig dry. He was now bored so he transformed back to himself and headed out again. Oh he could smell the killing in the air. Whomever dared to follow him was still on his tracks. He decided enough was freaking enough. Oh turned and looked behind him not a soul. Oh sneaky this one was. He just walked over to a small wooden bench. He sat down and began to think of the wench that told him he needed anger management. Oh bloody hell he needed no anger management when he could take it all out on his little human friends. He just rubbed his hands together.
Septimus sat as he awaited for the sneaky fool to appear or show themselves. He sat there as he used a bone to pick his teeth. He had gotten a bit of flesh stuck between his front teeth and the closest thing he had to get it out with the bone. He just sat there as he got it out then put the bone back into his pocket. Then he pulled out a silver flask and began to drink a bit of his homemade tonic. He sat there just thinking of what the stupid ass wanted so bad to follow him on such a night as this. "Okay come out. I am not into games." He drank more from his flask.
He walked down the darkened street with the moonlight shinning almost as brightly as the sun had earlier that day. Septimus was on the hunt. He was in a bit of rage as well so this made him extra dangerous. No human or creature could stand in his way right now. He was pretty much capable of doing whatever he wanted to whomever. His shoulder length hair was now in a ponytail. The breeze made his ponytail bounce as he walked.
He had on his black leather jacket that fit just right in all the right places. He got strange looks as he passed rather harshly by them. His boots making his pronounced arrival. He soon smelt the blood of a small girl. He turned his nose up and vanished. He appeared to the young girl one night while she was feeding her dear little kitten. He smirked as he got close to her. "Hello little girl. Want to come with me?" He smiled at her as he waited for her response. She seemed not afraid.
She went willingly with him and he led her deep into the forest not to far from the street he had originally been walking on. He got her into the shadows and then and there he grabbed her small body and sunk his sharp fangs into her soft baby like skin. Her blood was so sweet. Oh nothing could top the blood of a small child. The flavor was still left on his tongue as he finished draining her blood. He through her body into a local pond but not before snapping her neck. Oh the crunching of bones sent a chill up his spine.
Septimus smirked as he walked back up to the street. He fixed his muddled shirt and brushed off some grass that had found its' way onto it. He pulled his ponytail tighter as he was now back where he started. This would be a glorious night of killing, feeding, and torture for the little human race. He just smirked at that wonderful dark thought that had been on his mind the entire day while he slept in await for the sun to go down.
The air smelt somehow of sex,betrayal, and murder. This was a low district street. He looked around as he saw hookers and homeless bums. Nobody special which was all the better. He could kill them and nobody would miss the sorry losers. No life was safe around Septimus while he was like this. Pity the fool that trys to stop him because they won't get very far. Septimus had strength that was untold and unmatched by all others. Perhaps he would one day meet the fellow that possessed such strength as well. That would be a smashing day he thought to himself.
Septimus soon felt a shadow follow him. Oh the dear old fool must be lost or following me. Why would someone do that? He would find out soon. He dashed into a local street that was deserted. He transformed into a lady wearing a slinky blue dress with her hair all done up in red curls. He smirked as he could have a bit of fun in his rage. He soon found an unsuspecting soul . Mean were such pigs. OH wait he was a man. Oh well damn he was talking about himself. Oh well fun it shall be tonight.
The dirty old man followed Septimus into an alley not to far off the street. There Septimus ripped the old man apart after he drained the pig dry. He was now bored so he transformed back to himself and headed out again. Oh he could smell the killing in the air. Whomever dared to follow him was still on his tracks. He decided enough was freaking enough. Oh turned and looked behind him not a soul. Oh sneaky this one was. He just walked over to a small wooden bench. He sat down and began to think of the wench that told him he needed anger management. Oh bloody hell he needed no anger management when he could take it all out on his little human friends. He just rubbed his hands together.
Septimus sat as he awaited for the sneaky fool to appear or show themselves. He sat there as he used a bone to pick his teeth. He had gotten a bit of flesh stuck between his front teeth and the closest thing he had to get it out with the bone. He just sat there as he got it out then put the bone back into his pocket. Then he pulled out a silver flask and began to drink a bit of his homemade tonic. He sat there just thinking of what the stupid ass wanted so bad to follow him on such a night as this. "Okay come out. I am not into games." He drank more from his flask.
