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[[ Right now, everyone seems to be winding down... I hate to say it, because I know how much it sucks to hear, but I think you're going to have to wait for a while. >.< (Which means I will too, since I'm playing a vampire as well.. Linn can go out during the day, but I don't want to do it too often.) ]]

((We were just trying to get the night over, so everyone ca continue the story and plot..))

In the dead of night, not much movement was seen inside the city walls. Occasionally, a guard or militiaman would walk around his post in order to keep the feeling in his legs. A stray cat wandered across the street, looking perhaps for a morsel of food that had been discarded the day before.
Outside of the city, though, was a completely different story. This was what Linn was watching. Perched on the roof of one of the city's taller buildings, he kept a keen eye directed at the woods surrounding Lemvyrn. More specifically, the direction of the nearest patch of blighted land. It wasn't hard to find from his vantage point. It reminded him of a scar, the way the bleak, flat landscape stood out in the midst of so many trees.

Rather abruptly, he was shaken out of his thoughts. The blighted patch... was it getting bigger? Blinking, he slowly shook his head. No... it was the same size it always had been. The boy sighed quietly. Now wasn't the time to start seeing things. He caught movement in the corner of his eye, but he almost ignored it - probably another cat. Wait, that was the direction of the gate.
Slowly moving from rooftop to rooftop, he spotted the man who had entered through the gate. Heavily robed, it had to be hot, even at night. Besides, who the hell came into town in the middle of the night? Unfortunately, his questions were cut short by the very first rays of the sun peeking over the horizon. Muttering to himself, he slipped away. It wouldn't do to be seen on the roof of some random building.
Soon, everyone would be on the streets again.

... And he was hungry...

[[ Proceed to day two.

And.. ugh, this is definitely not my best, but I needed to post, and it's going to start the plot moving, so... eh. ]]

[[ Yeah, it's morning the next day. Sorry, iNob. ]]

[[ Well, we had a little bit of a night scene for the last RP-day, but at the time, we really didn't have any characters that were active during the night, yet. We'll have more focus on night now that we have a couple more vampires and insomniac humans. ]]

A piercing, high-pitched shriek emanated from one of the many alleyways within the city of Lemvyrn, and the woman who had uttered the aforementioned shriek dropped her basket of yarns.

Hamil looked up quickly, jolted by the sudden interruption. He wiped blood from his lips with the back of his hand, and stared for a few seconds, licking his lips. For a moment, he seemed to almost fall asleep, his eyelids fluttering for a few seconds, and his head lilting to one side. He snapped upright immediately thereafter, and stood from his crouch. The headache was now merely a dull and consistent pressure, but that was Hamil's fault. He hadn't allowed himself a proper meal in several days, and now he was suffering an unusually large craving and an amazingly painful headache to match.

"B-but I can't... I just..." He smirked, a malevolent smirk, and lunged at the woman whom had pressed herself up against the wall. He grasped her throat, choking off any more screams she may have uttered. Now they were replaced by her gasps for air. Hamil brought his free hand around to pin one of the woman's to the wall, making his feeding that much easier.

He had learned a long time ago that the neck was the easiest place to obtain his nourishment, and with that fact in mind, he leaned forward and bit deeply into her neck. Hamil could not see the expression of anguish on her face or the tears that began to roll down her cheeks, but he could imagine them, and that sick, twisted, possibly psychotic portion of his brain relished every detail. It made the process that much more enjoyable.

When the woman finally became limp, dead beneath his hands, Hamil released her, and wiped the blood from his face, only to lick it off his hand. Then he looked at the man and the woman.

"At least... At least they won't be without each other..." He sniffled and wiped away the water collecting on his eyelids. "Damn it all..." He shuddered a few times and strode out of the alley quickly. The sun was rising quickly, and the city was not safe during the daytime. Another lesson he had learned quickly.

Slipping out of the city was never a difficult feat. The guards never questioned a boy leaving the city with a bundle over his shoulder. It was empty, like always, but why would they care? To them he was just another boy leaving on a journey, and would quite possibly return soon...

And so he made his return journey to the Blight, his home, without any troubles, and immersed himself in the darkness, glad to be surrounded wholly by its comforting presence.