As the people of the town drifted through the town, a red tipped black hair vampire waded pass the crowd, scanning for his next donor. 'The night is young and I'm thirsty you stupid people' he thought sullenly. Stopping at a lamp post and leaning on it, Ravyen stared up to the hunter's moon." It's All Hollow's Eve, go haunt the town my dear Ravyen." he heard from his female creator who was two states and four towns over. Mentally growling at her, he decided to stay here. his thirst can wait. 'I'm lonely, wish I had someone to hold.' he mused like a love sick pup. After Mylan left for a more dominate lover, Ravyen has been in on autopilot for the last eight and half centuries. Heaving a very depressed sigh from his closed lips, he checks his surrounding for those overzealous slayers. They've rescently going all out to get his head. "Morons times infintity squared. That's what they are." he murmured darkly as he pulled out his mp3 and listened to song by a voice actor.
As the night creeped appon the the town, the trick or treaters started to pour out of the houses and circlating around. Catching the sight of one his minions, he nods as she slips back in to the crowd. 'Trick or treat sir, mind if I suck about a pint or so of your blood?' he mused darkly. Looking back at the moon he wonder if he destined to be alone. Bouncing his head in time to the song, Ravyen felt his twin nearby but couldn't pin down where. "Shit, why he have to come here. I thought he died two centuries ago." he says to himself, deciding to scan the area and see what other paranormal shit is out. 'One wolf, a coven of witches, and many vamps. So much for staying under the radar.' he thought with a sigh.
