Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical,
There was a roar from the empty streets outside the shoddy alleys: the sound of a powerful engine crossing at speed light. The motorcycle was gleaming and modern, completely painted in jet black, and its rider was dressing black himself, his face concealed by the dark helmet. The man was slim and wore a leather jacket and emblazoned on the back were the words HELL'S ANGELS. There was a bulge barely visible of the perfect lean line of his body, something in his right pocket.
While the man crossed the streets, the residents experienced something very particular, hunger. A ravenous appetite that clouded their reason. The vampires turned at each others and to the closest source of blood to drink without finding neither satisfaction nor nourishment; the food from the houses were gone or replaced by meals without nutritional value. The date was nearing and his touch blackened quicker.
Poor lord, Famine thought with a thin smile while he slow his bike, he must have a good deal of job lately.