~/~ He walked alone, leathery wings folded behind him. He was tall, pale, and crimson-eyed. He growled to himself as his fangs scratched the inside of his mouth. He thought about filing them down a bit. He then sighed to himself, wishing he'd never followed that old railroad track and found that damned woman... She had brought this all upon him for trying to help her.

He then heard the crunch of leaves, not from his own feet, but behind him. He turned slowly, his hair a curtain over one eye, his hands in his pockets. There stood a young girl, about his age when he'd been turned. She had seen his fangs, and his wings. And she'd figured it all out. Who he was.

Vampire....~/~

Heh, this was actually my classmate and friend's request. She wanted a handsome, mysterious vampire. I hope this fits what she wanted.

Enjoy his mysterious-ness!!!!

(c) S.T.M.