Who: John Mitchell [CLOSED] What: He's not who he's supposed to be... Where: The penthouse suite of a rather expensive apartment building When: November 15th, early morning Rating: High for NPC death Status: Narrative COMPLETE NOTE: and Amnesia Plot is go!
It was an odd feeling and Mitchell couldn't quite place what it was. He had distinct and vivid memories of the previous night, an intense session in which grown men had whimpered and girls had begged for their lives. He had fed well, and yet waking up now he felt so incredibly hungry. As though he hadn't eaten for months. And being awake at this time, when he couldn't even remember going to bed. It was all strange, and yet Mitchell found he couldn't make his mind focus on it too much.
He pulled himself from his bed, reaching to grab a shirt and jeans. The sunlight was peering through from cracks in the curtains. Were he one of the lesser vampires, he would be bursting into flames right about now. But he was different. He was superior. And the deadly rays from the sun were little more than irritations to him. And besides, there was no way he was waiting until night to satisfy his cravings.
Slipping his sunglasses on, Mitchell wandered out into the streets of LA. Relying on his charming smile and his soft Irish accent to attract his breakfast, it wasn't long until a sweet little blonde girl was smiling back at him, eagerly following him into the back alley. The noise of the city drowned out her screams as Mitchell revealed his eyes black with hunger and his sharp fangs as he bit into her tender neck, drinking deeply.
The hot, sweet blood tasted so good for some reason, like a starving man eating his favourite meal. The vampire held the girl close as her struggles became weaker and weaker before he finally dropped her dead body to the ground, licking his lips with a smile.