Post by angeliusmortis on Sept 9, 2007 14:44:06 GMT -5
Angelius was not a man who liked to draw attention to himself. It was the reason he was always dressed in such dark traditional clothing, the reason he worked a job men have been doing for hundreds, even thousands of years and loved it. He enjoyed dealing with death because he knew few people could handle it, meaning he would be left alone. Human torture, he found was an excellent way to relieve stress and anger on a nameless face who wouldn't know who he was, making him a little less traceable. His methods were always different but the person was never able to be the same again, something he was proud of himself for.
Tonight however, was not a night of torture but rather a night of feeding. He had been turned years ago, not long after he graduated Hogwarts, but overall it had not changed him much. He was already pale, already avoided sunlight whenever possible, and dressed in heavy blacks, though it had originally been just for appearance's sake. Now it was to make creeping up on a person easier.
It was dark that night in Knockturn Alley when Angelius emerged from his shop, dressed properly and hungry, though in a very different way than most people. The blood lust was upon him and when closed his dark eyes and just leaned his head back, he could smell the people nearby, could smell the life on them and could almost taste the sweet flavor of their blood. It was always more fun when he bit into a human who had been never bitten before, a sort of deflowering for the delicate mortal but he never dared to let them take him to that level of intimacy yet. He was saving that for someone special, even if he was dead technically and they were not.
Tonight however, was not a night of torture but rather a night of feeding. He had been turned years ago, not long after he graduated Hogwarts, but overall it had not changed him much. He was already pale, already avoided sunlight whenever possible, and dressed in heavy blacks, though it had originally been just for appearance's sake. Now it was to make creeping up on a person easier.
It was dark that night in Knockturn Alley when Angelius emerged from his shop, dressed properly and hungry, though in a very different way than most people. The blood lust was upon him and when closed his dark eyes and just leaned his head back, he could smell the people nearby, could smell the life on them and could almost taste the sweet flavor of their blood. It was always more fun when he bit into a human who had been never bitten before, a sort of deflowering for the delicate mortal but he never dared to let them take him to that level of intimacy yet. He was saving that for someone special, even if he was dead technically and they were not.