He follows his hunger and finds himself alone in the dark standing just below a second story window. he knows he will find what he craves. His cold heart begins to beat faster, a feeling he hasnt felt in centuries and it is driving him mad. it takes all his strength to fight the urge to burst in and take whats his, for he knows she is of light and if he isnt careful, he would lose her forever. So with a cat like prowess he leaps to her ledge and there she lay, a sleeping, dreaming angel, her body writhing as if her dreams were filled with lust...
He wanders alone with a thirst he can not quench, a hunger he can not satiate, looking for the one thing that will make him feel whole again. Wandering alone for what seems to be an eternity, always coming up short and forced to continue on his search for fulfillment, but in his dark dead heart, he can feel hes drawing close, he just knows that the piece he is missing is within his cold grasp and he can feel whole again....
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