WHO: Carrick and Liam WHERE: The Carrick estate WHEN: Week 2. Friday, after dark WHY: WARNING: none yet
Carrick's "hunting trip" had been truly satisfying. He returned to Crescent Hills some time after dark, picking his way easily through the darkness of the forest, his booted feet making no sound on the dying leaves and his eyes still gleaming redly from the kills he had made. The blood of the human rebels he had hunted down the previous night still coursed through him and he savoured the memory of flitting from the shadows to take each of the humans one by one, smothering their screams with his hand as he tore into their throats. He had slaked both his thirst and his lust, and left their camp in ashes.
The vampire approached his home through the trees rather than moving on the road. He was dishevelled from his two nights in the wild and had no wish to run into one of his new neighbours, especially not the lovely Countess Westenra. He still had earth in his hair from sleeping in the ground by day, and his heavy sheepskin coat covered clothes that were spattered with blood. He stepped onto his property, smiling a little as one of the dogs ran out to meet him. Luna, a pure white Alsatian bitch panted and wagged her tail as she saw him approach, trotting alongside him as he made his way to the back door of the house, "Miss me, did you?" he asked her, and patted her head. He shrugged off his coat and pulled off his boots before entering the house, not wanting to track mud inside.