Cold Man
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,323
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cold Man
Cold Man
Chapter 1
The Drace was intermediately stumbling and crashing through the thick undergrowth. His torn shirt was drenched with his own blood and it clung wetly to the skin of his back and chest.
Humans, men. They have brought you to this. You allowed them. How pitiful.
He forced a dark, cold anger into the back of his mind in order to focus his thoughts on extracting himself from this increasingly desperate situation. He paused for a moment and sniffed the air. He possessed a distinctive, almost canine, olfactory capacity. It was the nature of his race.
His findings gave him purpose and renewed strength. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, attempting to focus his concentration once again in an effort to disorient the minds of his pursuers. After a few minutes of this endeavor, he felt somewhat satisfied and he turned and began moving steadily towards the north. He would seek shelter and recover his strength.
An hour later, he was stumbling weakly again. Even his kind could only loose so much blood. His progress had slowed considerably, but that was not of much consequence, since he was nearing his destination and sensed that his pursuers had either given up for the evening, or had lost his trail.
The small cabin finally came into view.
He could smell her, could smell the woman.
She would give him shelter. She would give him blood.
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Chapter 1
The Drace was intermediately stumbling and crashing through the thick undergrowth. His torn shirt was drenched with his own blood and it clung wetly to the skin of his back and chest.
Humans, men. They have brought you to this. You allowed them. How pitiful.
He forced a dark, cold anger into the back of his mind in order to focus his thoughts on extracting himself from this increasingly desperate situation. He paused for a moment and sniffed the air. He possessed a distinctive, almost canine, olfactory capacity. It was the nature of his race.
His findings gave him purpose and renewed strength. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, attempting to focus his concentration once again in an effort to disorient the minds of his pursuers. After a few minutes of this endeavor, he felt somewhat satisfied and he turned and began moving steadily towards the north. He would seek shelter and recover his strength.
An hour later, he was stumbling weakly again. Even his kind could only loose so much blood. His progress had slowed considerably, but that was not of much consequence, since he was nearing his destination and sensed that his pursuers had either given up for the evening, or had lost his trail.
The small cabin finally came into view.
He could smell her, could smell the woman.
She would give him shelter. She would give him blood.
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