Post by Spike on Sept 15, 2007 17:39:02 GMT -5
The Dark clad figure made his way threw the city streets. He did not walk, he stalked for the hunter instinct was strong in this soul. Though night the streets of Roma were not dark, there were lights of every color coming from every size bulb. His green eyes glanced over to the couples and groups of civilians passing him, Their Italian accents thick and fluent.
The vampire's large combat boots looked as though they'd be as loud as rhinos walking up the fine wooden stairs that wound their way upwards. Instead they were silent, the worn leather comfortable against the foot of their owner.
He lifted a pale hand to a door. Three golden numbers were hanging on it. The door showing it belonged to someone with wealth. He rapped his bare knuckles against the wood twice. The knocks making a solid sound in the room beyond.
The vampire's large combat boots looked as though they'd be as loud as rhinos walking up the fine wooden stairs that wound their way upwards. Instead they were silent, the worn leather comfortable against the foot of their owner.
He lifted a pale hand to a door. Three golden numbers were hanging on it. The door showing it belonged to someone with wealth. He rapped his bare knuckles against the wood twice. The knocks making a solid sound in the room beyond.
