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He sat atop the building, his legs hanging over the edge, his eyes scanning the few humans on the street below. Pondering lightly where his next meal for the evening would come. Sighing softly to himself, he looked up and out across the blackness of the nearly deserted city. Most of the inhabitants having been preyed upon, or simply leaving out of fear. He had wondered since he came to this village which other was preying upon them. He could sense the ammount of fear that was already brewed into them. He knew well with his prey of one a day to every other day that he was not creating it.

Occasionally he would see a shadow sweep through the streets over a building, not yet had he seen anything tangible. Perhaps tis why he stayed within this decrepit little town. When one stays alone for years upon years, and the only voices that you hear are the screams or moans of your victims, it affects you deeply. Shaking his head lightly he brought himself back from his reverie to spy upon a certain town official who had the luxury of spotting him on his perch. Eyeing the rather large man for a moment as he gazed up at shadow enshrouded vampire. An evil glare shot from his eyes and his voice filled the mans ears. "Begone simple peasent or ye shall no longer be able to protect those ye love so dearestly." Watching as the man looked down to the ground and followed the orders nearly exactly, a bit with haste from his fear. He was surprised at himself how easily it was to control these people, their fear of him making his power over them so all encompassing.

To think he had another to thank for it. Again he thought to himself these wonderings of another why is it he thought so much about this other when before the depths of loneliness did nay bother him. Was it the simple fact of being yet so close without knowing? Or was it, that other thing? Yes, that indeed was what it is, that strange smell, of course he had been around many other vampires in his day he used to live in a convent of them. He knew the smells and sights of all you could imagine. But this thing was certainly strange. He had seen its handy work he knew it to be another of his kind. Maybe a bit more violent for his taste but one none the less. But the smell, it lingered all over. Twas barely enough to contain his curiousity and nay just hunt the thing down and confront it. Each passing night of late left him feeling this way. To find the source of the strange scent, he truely wished to know more of this other. Yet he still avoided it he wondered why. A few times he spied the shadow sitting still upon a building not so far from where he might have been, watching him as he watched it. He wished to go over but he never did. The most he would do would simply turn and vault down to the streets and dissappear.

Sighing deeply to himself at his emotional plight he brought his gaze up from the cobblestones to a flickering street light, the candle within nearly burned to the bottom. Would not be long, how gracious of the cleaners to forget this light he thought. He would simply just have to go bring it to their attention, grinning devishly to himself at the thought of bleeding one as they came to change the candle. The thought picked him up considerabley and his feet twitched and began to tap a little rythem to the wall as he watched the candle burn down. So engrossed was he in his thought of how he just might massacre the poor cleaner, he did not even sense the shadow that landed behind him on the other side of the building.