the blood demons made their way again...the nocturnal visits are by now routine...the impact too.
we've become creatures of apathy even as yet another of our kind falls...life splattered upon the wall and body splayed...
the call came in and the response familiar-the act committed upon that which was once human had a feverish brutality to it....knives have a way of inspring one to acting in said fashion. slicing open as blood and matter flow forth...pulsing and gushing....too quick for one to truly react before succumbing to the sudden rush of warmth as shock and then slumber begin the death's embrace.
vampires are creatures of 'la vie nocturne', but they are creatures of dignity and composure, never participating in brutal dispatching of lives without cause-thay being the desire to live...exist...love.....
blood demons rise from deep within the darkest recesses of human depravity-a component of that which would be the human animal...thousands of years removed from the natural order...they would be poseurs to what exists and should...preferring to keep company with others of such malignancy and malevolence...and by consequence it is clear that this aim is realised time and again, as others continue to succumb to their mayhem.
dark and warm...even as the night previous entertained the blood moon as a sliver...summer embraces in the night are lazily deadly, save for the quicksliver slice and the gutting of the new victim...
again...another night beckons...
