killer_kenny
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
'Remember, do not leave a body, if you want to keep her bring her here first.' The mistress' words rang out in Michael's head as he he looked himself over in the mirror, an enchantment allowing the night stalker to actually see his reflection as he zipped up his hoodie just an inch more, leaving the majority of it open to allow onlookers to gaze upon his tank top covered chest. He made sure the shirt was form fitting to hug his muscles, his gym pants tight around his waste but loose at his legs. He was used to dressing more formally in the mansion, but tonight, tonight he would be out in public and he had to put on convincing casual wear so as not to stand out too much, if he was going to essentially kidnap a girl off the streets with his charm he wanted to make sure no one else remembered what he looked like, so he went with the average runners attire. He pocketed a wallet that heald only a platinum card and a fake I.D. in it before plugging his ears with buds, no music though he just wanted to look the part still.
Finally set up the nervous vampire stepped through the large Gothic doors of the lonely mansion on the block, looking around the empty street as he stepped through the front gates before turning down the road in a slow jog. His spiked hair bobbing softly with every step, the dirty blonde catch the moon light every so often to give the pale man the appearance of a halo in the night as he went along. This was no normal jog though, he was a new master in Victoria's Mansion, and tonight was the night he was going to find his first thrall, he had planned it perfectly, he would take a jog down the main street of town, passed the main restraunts and clubs that still operated this late at night, ending his jog with a loop through the city park, maybe find a good athletic girl to call his own. He needed careful, many masters kept their first thrall as a trophy instead of selling them into servitude, with that in mind he had to make sure the girl he found was perfect physically and for the most part mentally. He could fix mentally though, what kind of master wouldn't be able to manipulate their slaves minds, it was the body that was hard to change once they crossed over to the undead.
Finally set up the nervous vampire stepped through the large Gothic doors of the lonely mansion on the block, looking around the empty street as he stepped through the front gates before turning down the road in a slow jog. His spiked hair bobbing softly with every step, the dirty blonde catch the moon light every so often to give the pale man the appearance of a halo in the night as he went along. This was no normal jog though, he was a new master in Victoria's Mansion, and tonight was the night he was going to find his first thrall, he had planned it perfectly, he would take a jog down the main street of town, passed the main restraunts and clubs that still operated this late at night, ending his jog with a loop through the city park, maybe find a good athletic girl to call his own. He needed careful, many masters kept their first thrall as a trophy instead of selling them into servitude, with that in mind he had to make sure the girl he found was perfect physically and for the most part mentally. He could fix mentally though, what kind of master wouldn't be able to manipulate their slaves minds, it was the body that was hard to change once they crossed over to the undead.