Snippet #1675858

Tyrone

Tyrone sat silently in his 'office', staring out of the window of the large tower of which he occupied. This was his area, his own personal part of the castle which the other vampires rarely entered without good reasoning. Tyrone stared down at the small town of Vampirella, a concerned look on his beautifully sculpted face. He was thinking, deeply, somewhat unsure of himself in this very moment, consistantly questioning himself internally. I spared a Human... Brought her into my clan when they needed to eat... Tyrone grew increasingly aware of the hunger that his fellow night walkers possessed, and could feel the self same hunger through deep brotherhood. Tonight we must hunt... My clan must feed. Turning away from the window, he looked over his office, examining the dusty desk and anchient looking portraits of long dead lords and ladies.

Tyrone sat slowly at the desk and wiped the dusty surface with the palm of his hand. The dust was thick, like a blanket of lost spirits spread across a simple surface. He looked up carefully, and upon concentrating, his eyes became pitch black suddenly. Tyrone allowed the channel between himself and his brothers be opened, and so he was able to speak to his entire clan within their own minds. "My children... Prepare yourselves... We eat tonight." With that he smirked, and turned back to the darkened window, his gaze consuming the small, pathetic town.