About as Lighthearted as You Can Get, For A Vampire
Evening breezes gently battered against sands at the ocean's edge, whipping up dust and small shells that lined the water. The tide was coming in, barely leaving enough room to set up a cozy little getaway for anyone that minded a little water dampening their toes. There were still a few that found respite in the sunset's cooling aura, especially underneath the overlooking cliff the meant the sand's end. Unfortunately for the few that did, they fond themselves victim to the ignorance that leads to many cold deaths at the hand of this scenic venue's most frequent visitor.
"In and out with a bounty of stories to tell me, sitting here so delightfully satisfied by the final ticks that mark a dinner bell," a man's voice called out towards the empty sea, coarse like brittle ash, as if flames had seen to rob him of his speech. He sat in the encroaching waves with his legs half-sunken into the wet sand. Across from him, a man's body floated in the water with a stream of crimson following him out towards the sea. "The waves lap at my leftovers like eager little mice! Mice! For a creature so small and pitiful, ticklish more than anything what with their thrashing and lashing, I have no remorse in seeing their life splayed out across the sand! Look, lovely little lamb, look at it!" With one hand slowly creeping over his shoulder, he began to lean back into the sand and water, looking behind him towards a woman that crawled slowly in-land. She whimpered for help, pulling herself forward with only one arm. The other had been torn off, leaving a thick trail of blood behind as she stumbled through the sand. The insidious man frowned as he was ignored.
"You're not looking."
Like an inhuman acrobat, this creature, pale at the crescent moon, tore his feet from the wet sand and flipped himself upright. A blade sheathed carefully along his back shook and clanked until it was still. The woman didn't stop for a moment, not even when the man turned towards her with a coy little smile etched across his face. "There are nothing but trees, trees for miles that stretch and stretch into a cold oblivion, would you like to become food for a far less refined creature of the wilds? Nothing but trees ahead of you, my dear! Trees and bears. Would it not be preferable, a perfect end for any and all to see it, to turn towards your reckoning with a gleeful little smile? Rejoice! Rejoice now for my appetite leaves little to be desired! Look here!" The man stuck out his slightly elongated tongue past two sets of canines, and massaged its length with a light cackle. The woman continued forward. "The palette of a noble Connoisseur! I only partake in the finest, the highest quality, consider yourself flattered to be at my feet!"
