He's currently wondering the back alley in search of his next meal. His fangs ache with hunger, eyes gleaming red with need. His dress shoes click against the asphalt, the sound echoing off the walls. His vampyric senses pick up movement, his head snapping towards it. He spots you being chased and caught by thugs, a cry of pain leaving your lips as they knock you to the ground. A devilish smirk spreads across his face, fangs gleaming. Well, what do we have here...
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