A Millennium To Have You Again
Thirst.
Thirst is all Calderon can feel while his eyes glimmer in the dark. Deep crimson red, bloody and spooky.
His fangs were sharp, his throat was dry, his pale hands cater a long set of fingernails that pierces through his pale skin, making a vent, but he couldn't care any less.
He gulped. And then, he waited for the right timing before he jumps at his dinner, a whole buffet he could enjoy.
When the girl he was eyeing has turned into the street's corner, he jumped down from a three-storey compound's roof. He fell with great balance and still good posture, his lightweight body landing like a feather on the wet ground.
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