Thread: Dark decadence (Sweet&Raziel)

Alexander stood watch atop one of the larger buildings of the city of Venice. One such as a human would stand at his spot, completely struck by awe by the beauty of the city at night if they stood at that very spot. Not him. No, he stood there too many times to have count, ever vigilant for a meal or to guard the council that slept there. The locals estimated that there was about 20 Vampires that called this city home. The actual numbers passed 200. The undercroft of the city was practically full of Vampires. The only humans that were down there were blood dolls for them until they were drained and killed, or until they were turned. Not too many were killed, to be short, because dead bodies were hard to get rid of unnoticed. But how would one know if one was a Vampire or not? The undercrofts were dark even in the daylight, it was suspect, but nobody could prove it. And deep in the undercroft was the Vampiric Council, always vigilant over threats, knowing before the assassins or hunters knew they were being watched. All channels into and out of the city were being watched. And it was only a matter of time before they tried again. And again. And again... So much death. But they would do anything for self preservation. Some of them slept well while their best watchers kept the undercrofts and town protected from those fiends. Others simply prayed that they didn't fail. Those prayers have been so far answered. The moon was half hidden by dark clouds, clouds that blanketed the sky and threatened the city with rain. Alexander was thankful for those clouds, his dark clothes making sure that is movements were all but invisible to the common folk. Jumping silently from rooftop to rooftop on his patrols, one of the more skilled watchers sent out on a almost nightly vigilance. His hunger was starting to peak, but he ignored it. He knew better than to skiv off his patrols. And as he looked up at the moon, he was reminded of is lost love, the way the clouds formed making the moon look like her hair. A short wave of melancholy went over him, but he shook it off quickly. No need to go into the past now. What was done was done. He had killed her, a accident, but his fault either way. A german man had come and stolen her away before he could prove his worth. He left the city with the permission of the council, trailing her, trying to win her over. He fought with the German man, accidentally spearing her with his blade. Shocked, Alexander fled from the scene. It had haunted him ever since. He shook is head, clearing the thoughts out of his head, the clouds moving off of the moon. He sighed before continuing his search. He eventually made it to the tavern, staying outside and picking the minds of the people inside. A Strange and new man asking about Vampires. That was the only lead that he needed. He started moving faster, finding a equivalent of a scent trail with heat. It wasn't long before he found his target. Alexander waited in ambush on top of one of the buildings, watching the man against the wall. He was nearly camoflaged in the darkness, his pants, shirt, and cloak all black. The only thing that was really visible was his pale but sharp face, and is deep blue eyes. The man seemed to either get restless... or he knew that he was there. So Alexander jumped down, unsheathing his longsword.