Chapter 3: Chapter Three
Brasov, 7:15 PM
Dark prince
The Moon shined down on planet Earth, giving light to those who did evil deeds. The wolves howled and bats transported themselves from tree to tree.
From above, a bat landed on the floor in grand style and transformed into a fine young man. His skin as pale as the moon and lips as red as blood. His villain coat added sophistication to his demeanor and the black of his hair matched the dead of the night.
"Ah!" A man's howl of pain and acrimony rode the air to the ears of the dark prince and the left corner of his lips twitched into a deadly smirk.
He sniffed the air and licked his lips hungrily. There was nothing compared to the way the red juice frolicked with his taste buds. He positioned himself and hopped on a tree, surveying the land for any unfortunate soul. His hair fell to his face, and he could see his breath in form of a puff of smoke as he exhaled.
Suddenly, a car halted just few meters away from him and he narrowed his eyes, watching them like a hawk. His ears twitched like antennas as he listened to their conversation with his powers.
"Ah, prost!" He grinned, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat. "Food..."
He rubbed his palms together, watching the drunk lovers stagger out of the car.
"Wanna see my tits?" The girl asked, walking over to where her boyfriend was–still taking a swig from his bottle of beer.
He responded with a foxy grin then placed the bottle on the car before grabbing her waist and pushing her to the car.
"I want to see every bit of you," he whispered, and the prince of darkness could feel the weight of desire his words carried.
Their lips interlocked and the sound of their lips, moving in perfect sync irked him. He cringed at their love display and a memory flashed in his head, one he tried to bury but couldn't.
Pain planted it's seed in his heart and soon the happiness he felt from sniffing the spilt blood of innocent people or fools as he liked to call humans turned into bitterness.
He glanced to the right, watching the little birds in a nest share affection. He clenched his jaw with balled fists. Even animals had mates, even drunk fools had mates, even he had one till a certain tragedy befell him.
The soft moans of the girl drew him out of the dark part of his head. He shot a glare their way, hating how the boy devoured her neck like an animal.
"Este timpul." He popped his knuckles and his neck before descending on the ground.
Shaken, they blenched and withdrew from each other... Eyes widened before the boy with a green dyed low cut flashed him a smile.
"Want something to drink?" He offered, snaking his arms around his girl's waist.
There wasn't a response as the prince could only understand a little of English. He was Romanian, the blood of Transylvania ran through his veins.
"Want some beer?" The girl asked.
"What do you want?" Green dye questioned and the prince glowered darkly evil sprouting out of his head.
"Sânge." He blurred and the lovers laughed, thinking he was cracking some kind of joke.
"He must be sick. Look, he seems to be so pale." The girl joked, rubbing green dye's chest.
"I'll check." The boy made an attempt to feel the skin of the dark prince for his temperature but was stopped Midway.
Dark prince clutched his hand with a dead look etched on his face as he squeezed his almost feminine hand.
"What are you doing?" The girl's brows bumped together into a frown. "Let him go."
"No." Dark prince answered sharply.
He increased the pressure on his grip and sounds of the boy's bones breaking could be heard, causing the girl to scream. The boy raised his hand to throw a blow at the dark prince, but his fist was caught once again.
"Nu." Dark prince mused, giving green head an upper cut, sending him, crashing to the floor.
Discontented at the effect of his blow, he threw another and launched at the boy, sinking his fangs deep into the side of the neck.
"No! Stop it." His girlfriend screamed, rushing into the car and coming out with a gun.
Her hands shook as she placed her finger on the trigger and pulled it. The bullet sank into his leg, and he glanced down at it. He took his eyes back up and held her gaze before jumping on her like a beast.
After drinking the blood of the two lovers, he grabbed their bodies then charged to dump them into the forest for devourers like vultures and other creatures interested in human flesh.
He flew back to his hiding spot, licking the remnants of blood off his fingers. Instantly, something caught his attention from the corners of his eyes. He looked up and saw a meal, walking down the lonely street of Brasov.
Blood dripped down his lips and he lapped them up with his tongue, attracted to the freshness of this meal's skin. She looked healthy and rich with blood. He could smell the papaya shampoo she used, and it intoxicated his lungs... In a good way.
He took a step forward in an attempt to feast on her, but something stopped him–his stomach. It was full and he didn't think any more blood would go in. He wiped his lips with the back of his palm and studied her like a Lion watching a deer. He was certain she wasn't from this town.
She walked, but not with elegance and not with shame... She walked averagely, but with fallen shoulders that indicated fatigue and her blood smelt good. He took a lungful, amazed at how bright her brown orbs were even when she was tired.
He thought sparing her tonight would be best, since he was already satisfied. He watched her from the shadows till she was in the safety of her home. With that, he flew away, back to where he came from.
Glossary:
Prost: Fool
Este timpul: it is time
Sânge: Blood