Asreith's Assult

Asreith, his name alone struck terror in the heaof tof the innocent. He was now awoken after a century of rest with the blood of the ancient race of vampires coursing through his veins. He was no stranger to the streets and blood-infested taverns of Old London. His aura was bold and fearless, his black eyes piercing through the hearts of mortals like a deadly disease. He could smell the fears of children hiding under their beds and hear their silent tears from a far, holding tight their teddies and blankets which brought little comfort to his endless thirst for blood. His heart is as b as as the night and the unlucky few who glimpsed upon his pale, lifeless figure never saw the light of day again. When he appears under the moonlight and his tall, lean figure graces the earth, only then this true beauty of death is seen. From his long locks of silver hair down to his black eyes, he shows no remorse in slaying lives. Dressed to match the night, no hunter can strike him down. With his dagger-like claws, he left trails of flesh and bones for his own amusement.
He was awoken for a sole purpose, smelling his old enemy drawing nearer, the fangs of the werewolf Kagura, leader of the welf plf pack. His eyes opened with a fury blasting open the coffin in which he slept for over a century. He was not an ancient, no more than four centuries old; however, having the blood of his ancient ancestors flowing in him gave him incredible powers of destruction. The ability to wield fire, fly, and the means to lift an elephant. He was powerful, unlike the new rn vrn vampires whose blood was tainted and powerless. The hunters of the night have now become the hunted, their secret coven exposed to their adversaries, the werewolves. They’ve been at war for the past thousand years with old quarrels unforgotten and enmity growing. Asreith was
now awoken to fulfill his dark legacy of unleashing chaos upon Kagura and his pack of howling beasts for exterminating his bloodline.
He strode across the graveyard, his cold gaze fixed in the direction of the Old London Park. The graveyard exited into the isolated and fogy Park and as he
slowly entered, the crickets stopstopped their nightly tune as did the frogs and critters of the night. All was still and quiet, only the wind rustling gently between the tree branches could be heard. Something was amiss. The air smelled of blood and a sent Asreith was familiar with, Kagura. His long locks of silver hair glistening and dancing under the light of the full moon only enhanced his pale, lifeless beauty. As handsome and tall as he was, Kagura was bigger and his hairy beastly body seemed superior to Asreith as he jumped off the branch of a nearby tree pounding into the earth to face his prey.
His fangs dripping with fresh blood from his previous kill Kagura growled at Asreith, “Death can no longer conceal you my old friend.” He pounced into the air swooping his claws at Asreith and landing swiftly back unto the ground. He had missed his prey with merely scratching Asreith’s hand from blocking his attack. Licking the blood off his hand, Asreith grinned with calm posture extending out his right hand to expose his own sharp claws.
“Run now while you have the chance.” His grin deepening, Asreith soared into the air like an angel of death upon his rival.