Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
An acceptance letter having come five years late, finally came to the possession of Vincent Felt. He was a handsome seventeen year old, having just turned seventeen actually and in his race, he needed one more year to stop aging, but in the wizarding world he was officially of age. He was raised by his care takers who were human but wizards and who taught him all about magic, hence why he got late acceptance now, already full of so much experience.
Having pale skin and golden brown eyes with platinum blonde shaggy hair, you'd think people would have guessed what he really was but because everyone thought vampires were a myth, no one seemed to guess. Not even the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Perhaps he was a little different since he did have some color in his skin in the daytime, but at night, he was pale white. In the daytime he looked like a normal human boy but being more accustomed to night, his true vampiric self---lustful and a hunger for blood---came out.
On his first day of classes, he walked the hall, wearing his uniform, but not his cloak. It seemed pointless to do so and a lot of students themselves no longer wore it. Now it seemed more required to just wear your uniform and cloaks were just treated as jackets. Cloaks, robes, same difference. His hair was in its shaggy prime and since it was daytime, his skin was creamy white with a very light tint of rosy red in his cheeks, just so it looked like he had life in him. He was sorted into Slytherin, and the way he walked, looked, and acted, he gave off a mysterious and quiet demeanor and it seemed to turn the head of many young girls of whatever house and year but he didn't even bother to look at them. not yet at least. After classes, his shirt was untucked, his tie loosened and he walked to the library to do his work. How his clothes were, seemed to fit with his personality and well he even felt more comfortable about it, definitely.
Having pale skin and golden brown eyes with platinum blonde shaggy hair, you'd think people would have guessed what he really was but because everyone thought vampires were a myth, no one seemed to guess. Not even the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Perhaps he was a little different since he did have some color in his skin in the daytime, but at night, he was pale white. In the daytime he looked like a normal human boy but being more accustomed to night, his true vampiric self---lustful and a hunger for blood---came out.
On his first day of classes, he walked the hall, wearing his uniform, but not his cloak. It seemed pointless to do so and a lot of students themselves no longer wore it. Now it seemed more required to just wear your uniform and cloaks were just treated as jackets. Cloaks, robes, same difference. His hair was in its shaggy prime and since it was daytime, his skin was creamy white with a very light tint of rosy red in his cheeks, just so it looked like he had life in him. He was sorted into Slytherin, and the way he walked, looked, and acted, he gave off a mysterious and quiet demeanor and it seemed to turn the head of many young girls of whatever house and year but he didn't even bother to look at them. not yet at least. After classes, his shirt was untucked, his tie loosened and he walked to the library to do his work. How his clothes were, seemed to fit with his personality and well he even felt more comfortable about it, definitely.