Snippet #2195267

Luca Avery

There were people inside that train. It wasn’t empty. Even from a few hundred yards away he could hear them. He could smell their blood. It saddened him, but it made him drool at the same time. “We should get in and get out.” He stated blandly, his eyes focused on what was ahead and nothing else. He wanted that blood, he wanted to taste it, to roll it across his lips, let it paint his teeth red.

“Knock it off Luca, you’re being creepy again.” Drej pointed out and blinking a few times, Luca managed to wipe the predatory grin off his face, though the fire never left his eyes.

They traveled a bit farther and when Render gave him the go ahead, Luca was off like a bullet, though much stealthier than that. Within minutes he was at the trains entrance, or one of them. It was dented badly, but he could smell the blood, oh he could just taste it, that’s how strong it was. Got it was delicious. His hands had just barely touched the cool metal when a loud growl sounded. Tearing his eyes away from the train, Luca spotted a young boy; purple hair, purple eyes, bags under his eyes. Common Outsider. But next to him. The blond, he was beautiful. Luca wanted to say something, to say anything, but blood lust clouded his judgment. If he tried to talk now, he knew it would come out deranged and he would scare the younger. Not that drinking blood and sucking on their flesh did much for his love life either. Turning his head back around, Luca managed to flash the two bystanders a weak smile and he pulled the doors open.

People’s screams, cries, whimpers, shouts, assaulted his ears and unlike many who would feel sympathy, he felt joy about it. These people were dying. They were bleeding, injured. They could care less if their blood was going to be tasted, if their flesh was going to be ripped out and chew on before spat out. Luca himself wasn’t a huge fan of eating human flesh, but the beast that was inside of him enjoyed the taste and so he chewed on them, usually the thighs or arms, to please him. Rustling caught his attention and his eyes fell upon a pretty young women, her eyes terrified as she gazed upon him. Oh well, she was going to die one way or another.

“W-what…who are you?” she asked weakly.

Luca smiled and knelt down beside her, gently picking up her arm and kissing the back of her hand, “Your Savior.” He slowly turned her hand palm side up and trailed kisses from her fingertips to the insider of her wrist. A shuddering whimper came from the delusional women just as Luca bit the flesh, hearing it break with a satisfying snap before warm blood pooled into his mouth. The lady screamed hoarsely and behind him Luca could feel the presence of his family. Most likely they were going to grab food, or steal items off the Insiders. Maybe even kill them. Render hated them more than anyone he knew. Thought of them to be worthless scum, living the hugest lie of his life. Luca didn’t agree completely, but he kept that to himself. Humming to himself, Luca dropped the now dead lady’s arm and stood up. She had tasted like alcohol and something sugary. A pretty good pick. Licking his lips, Luca looked around the train and found the blond near him. Narrowing his eyes, Luca gave him a once over. He wasn’t an Outsider. He wasn’t as jaded, as rough. He looked too clean and smelled of sweet-blood. His weapon was too nice to be from the Outside.

He took a step toward the pretty-boy and to sate his hunger a little longer, bit the bit of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, sucking on it while he moved closer, “You’re not dead, or injured.” He started off, “Who are you, and why aren't you on the Inside where you belong?”