The creature of the dark laid back on his couch, lazily watching the TV. It was getting late at night, The Late Show playing while he mindlessly watched it. Lately there had been nothing to do besides hunt. He sat up and sighed, looking at the clock. It was a little after eleven O'Clock. His throat burned a bit as hunting crossed his mind. He had just hunted the night before, coming across a couple hiking in the woods. Vincent had drained the woman clean of blood before slitting the man's throat. He saw no need to gorge himself with blood...plus drinking strait from another male wasn't his thing at all. The Vampire walked towards the front door, walking right past the window, stopping for a brief moment to look out. It was raining pretty bad out there but he found himself starving again. Vincent was starting to feed more frequently now a days so he had to move out here. Dead bodies showing up in the allyways of a city was starting to look suspicious to the Police. Now he lived in a fully functional cabin in the woods hundreds of miles away from the city. Here he could bury bodies and leave them to the wild animals to dig up and eat. By the time anyone found the body if anyone it would be too destroyed to make a positive Identification. The Creature walked to the door and twisted the knob, pushing it open. He stepped out into the rain. It made it harder to track any scents around here with the fresh scent of the rain, but Vincent never backed down from a challange. It had always gotten him into trouble with his Maker, the Man who had turned him at the age of Twenty-two. His body had not aged a second since then, though it had been nearly fourty years. The bloodthirsty man was thankful for his eternal youth. As he looked around the vampire's shaggy dark brown hair plasterd to his pale body, the cold rain attempting to freeze his already frigid body. The blood-red eyed creature picked up a slight scent in the air...the scent of already spilt blood. Vincent carefully followed it, his body tense with the anticipation of the Kill. He followed it a few miles until he came across a young woman....not looking more than sixteen shaking and crying. Lost and alone....alone...alone. The vampire looked at her, chuckling a bit too loudly. The creature stopped just feet from her. "Can I help you Miss...?" Slowly his head raised and he looked at her strait in the eyes. A loud screech echoed as she met his red eyes. Vincent lunged forwards and forced her to her feet and against his body. His Fangs sunk into her neck and she struggled uselessly against him. He Drank until his thirst was satisfyed and her body went limp. Dropping it he slowly walked forwards. While he was feeding he heard a sound. The red eyed creature had no idea just who or what is was but he had to find out....if someone had seen him he would have to kill them too. The exsistance of vampires had to be kept on the down low...or else humans would panic and would start making feeding troublesome. Quietly, like the predetor he was he crept further into the night...attempting to find the source of the sounds.