Post by Denzel Kumori on Jan 22, 2012 14:20:43 GMT -5
The scream echoed through the ally... It was blood-curdling. Haunting...
The man, dead, lay face first on the ground. Denzel sat on his back, rather proud of herself. The story behind this: The man was walking through the ally alone, and denzel just happened to see him from where she was hiding in wait. Denzel was crouched down, waiting to pounce. She pounced onto his back, feeding off him. Her movements were almost that of a cat.
Proud of herself, denzel stood up, tapping the mans head with her foot. "Oh I'm so sorry, sir." she smirked, using her sarcasm wisely. "Didn't they teach you to ever watch your back and not walk through dark ally ways? No? Well, i guess that's too bad then." Denzel did the whole 'shrug/I-dont-know' action with her hands, smiling.
this was her new definition of fun. Hell does strange things to people.
Denzel never got along great with society anyways. Well, she wasn't going to let anyone find out she did this though. People didn't think of her as much of a monster anymore.
But...all her so called "Friends", thought of her as a monster.
Dante was back. Yeah, that's great and all.... But nobody and nothing would be the same. Denzel changed dramatically. Everything that happened, reflected onto her. She tries to be nice...when she is in a good mood.
Wiping the blood off of her mouth, denzel ran off. Far away from the body. She didn't do it- or so that's what she kept telling herself. It was one way to stay sane. The only way people would know it was her, would be if they measured her fangs. It wouldn't happen though. Far away from the body, in a different ally, Denzel with on a dumpster with one leg over the other. She was grinning that evil grin...her fangs every so slightly showing. Her eyes had that look in them. A playful yet deadly look.
"This is Fun."
The man, dead, lay face first on the ground. Denzel sat on his back, rather proud of herself. The story behind this: The man was walking through the ally alone, and denzel just happened to see him from where she was hiding in wait. Denzel was crouched down, waiting to pounce. She pounced onto his back, feeding off him. Her movements were almost that of a cat.
Proud of herself, denzel stood up, tapping the mans head with her foot. "Oh I'm so sorry, sir." she smirked, using her sarcasm wisely. "Didn't they teach you to ever watch your back and not walk through dark ally ways? No? Well, i guess that's too bad then." Denzel did the whole 'shrug/I-dont-know' action with her hands, smiling.
this was her new definition of fun. Hell does strange things to people.
Denzel never got along great with society anyways. Well, she wasn't going to let anyone find out she did this though. People didn't think of her as much of a monster anymore.
But...all her so called "Friends", thought of her as a monster.
Dante was back. Yeah, that's great and all.... But nobody and nothing would be the same. Denzel changed dramatically. Everything that happened, reflected onto her. She tries to be nice...when she is in a good mood.
Wiping the blood off of her mouth, denzel ran off. Far away from the body. She didn't do it- or so that's what she kept telling herself. It was one way to stay sane. The only way people would know it was her, would be if they measured her fangs. It wouldn't happen though. Far away from the body, in a different ally, Denzel with on a dumpster with one leg over the other. She was grinning that evil grin...her fangs every so slightly showing. Her eyes had that look in them. A playful yet deadly look.
"This is Fun."