Post by Ezikel David Knight on Feb 19, 2014 1:32:17 GMT -5
He took a deep breath. It felt good to stretch out, and explore a city as fine as Beacon Hills. It had three of is favorite things. Lofts, which were great for hosting the end of the year blood bath that he was planning, hunters, who were way too serious to do any really damage, and the slight tinge of fear mixed with death in the air. Beacon Hills was the end game for Ezikel. He was going to enjoy ripping the town apart. Piece by Piece, until there was nothing left, but him standing above it all, covered in blood, and the sounds of crunching bones beneath his Prada loafers.
It was just after sundown, and Ezikel had barely rolled into town. He hating not being able to make an entrance, but that was all due to come with time. Ezikel was going to make a name for himself, and it would be dripping from not only the walls that would be splattered with blood, but also from the lips of everyone. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that was going to be the end of Beacon Hills. Ezikel was just a normal vampire, older, and wiser, and perhaps a bit more than just unhinged, but he could be killed. It was only to see if there was anyone that could rise to the challenge.
He was dressed oddly for a vampire. He wasn't one that you would be able to pick out in and crowd and say "Him, over there. That's a vampire." Sure most were wandering fools who drank too much, and tried to hit up rest stops and take out their victims the easy way. Ezikel enjoyed doing it more from the predators point of view. They were food, but also a fun game to be played. Each one complete with its own set of toys, or families, that could be used as bait, as torture. The fun was endless. And the screams, they were the best drug that anyone could buy. But Ezikel was fashioned in a tailored suit, that was dark red, with a white shirt, and a blood red tie. All of it custom, joys of living for so long, enough money to get what you wanted.
Ezikel was out looking for a place. He needed some place that was large and open, soundproofed, and close to the center of town, enjoying feeling like the center of attention at any and every opportunity. He had found a great loft that met his requirements, but the Realtor was late. He tapped his foot, in disgust and impatience. So, being the man that didn't like to be told what to do, he walked up the stairs, and swung open the door, breaking the lox box that was holding the door closed.
"Very very nice."