Had time yet again ran out?
Trembling hands were strewn out upon the icy metal instrument, just waiting for the perfect moment of destruction.
Head bent down in agony, he hid his glowing crimson eyes in shame of what the monotonous centuries had formed of him.
Porcelain cheeks once so smooth and pale, were now cracked and stained with the permanence of spilt blood.
Mind racing through each and every murder- the proud mother, the friendly old man, and even the innocent young child that smiled when she told him he had "pretty fangs".
Years and years of solitary killings had finally brought unto him
the ramblings of a wicked soul and an undead heart.
Venom trickled out of his eyelids as he sat in remembrance of the eternally dammed souls he'd thrown into the pits of hell.
It was such a pity.....
Knees weak, legs shaking, he slowly but surely stood up. For, it was time for him to proceed with what must be done if he were ever to have peace in his measly existance.
Trembling fingers once again grasped around the cool metal stake.
Yes, it was time.
Eyes shut tight, fingers clenched, he thrusts the weapon- ending it all...
for the human, at least.
Gurgling down the first fresh juice of the night, he let out a laugh and swept away into the darkness, stalking his next prey of choice.
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Adding your comment:
i dont mind sparkly vampires but i prefer the dangerous, sexy murderous kind. ahaha. that makes me sound really..weird 
