Thread: Blood Lust

it was a full moon night, soft silvery clouds trailing along the moon, doing almost nothing to block out the bright silver light. it made the mist covered streets of the silent village appear haunted and dark. this village was small, no more than two hundred people, all tightly connected and living together as they farmed the outlaying fields and lands, four ranches, a dairy farm, a chicken farm, and of course a grocery and a movie theater, with a bowling alley so the kids wouldn't get bored. it was a quaint place, happy, peaceful, and religious...not someplace you would expect to find three of the strongest, oldest vampires in existence. They where over five centuries year old, the Darkraven Brothers, but even they could no longer remember when they where born. And they had been born, they where, rumor told, the very first pure blood vampires. The result of two vampires breeding together created a class of vampire that far exceeded anything turned from a human. They had amazing powers, and they seamed impervious to sunlight, and healed even when they had been stabbed through the heart with a variety of weapons, a silver steak, a wooden stake, and a blessed cross. Nothing seamed to be able to hurt the three brothers, who often shifted from place to place to avoid detection. Now though, they had been found, and hunters where on their way, trying to kill them, they didn't even seam to care, sitting in an empty alley, hunched over a fourth shape, a human woman it looked like, the three brothers laughing softly as they looked at her, making her scream. The oldest looked to be no more than late twenties, with dark black hair that hung to his mid back and glowed almost blue in the darkness. He was tall and thin, he looked like someone who would have made a very good Lord back in the day, he was the strongest, he went by Methuselah now, no one knew his, or any of their real names. The second was in his mid twenty's by appearance, lips pulled back into a fanged snarl as the woman screamed again. The middle brother was shorter than both of his siblings, with short hair that was spiked up all over in a soft brown coloration, he looked like someone you might have expected to see on the battle field, loose, but packed with firm muscles, quick, fast, strong, firm, never conceding. He was Terrance. Then there was the youngest, a smirk on his lips as he examined the female, his own hair a light blond, falling at his earlobe, a pair of glasses set on his nose, giving him a bookish appearance, he looked as if he should have been a collage professor, though he also looked like he couldn't have been older than twenty three, Daemon. All three brothers had the same pale white skin, and blazing purple eyes that where glowing in the darkness, the same otherworldly handsome features that made them so irresistible to the gay, and women humans that they stalked in the darkness of the night, and they where stalking that night, they where eagerly awaiting their chance to strike, their fangs bared as they waited for the hunter that had been stalking them all day to strike, and fall into their waiting arms. Then, there would be no escape for him, there was never any escaping them once someone fell into the trap that they set. That was why most hunters had stopped going after them, they had to applaud the mans bravery...or stupidity