1. His eyes glowed the dreadly, hunger-filled dark red, the only bright thing in the woods except for the moon. 2. His crave for blood was driving him mad, and the only meal now was that lone Unicorn stallion he was chasing now. 3. He watched as the Unicorn's ears pinned back as he kicked up his feet to protect himself, but Voodoo was way too fast for the stallion.
1. Voodoo pounced quickly, pushing his weight on the stallion's back, aswell as the Unicorn's shoulder blades, causing the Stallion eimmence pain and causing the stallion to hit the ground on his knees with a horrific whinny. 2. Voodoo put pressure on the stallion's neck, and snapped it's horn off easily, placing it in his belt as he grabbed the Unicorn's head, trying to snap it's neck. 3. He knew every animal's weakness by now, expecially humans, but he was hungry for the sweet silver blood of a Unicorn now.
He plunged his fangs into the stallion's neck, silver blood exploding into his mouth and running down his throat in large quantities as he sucked the blood from the large, nowhorn-less Unicorn. He closed his eyes and savered the taste as the blood trickled down the corner of his lips and stained the collar of his hoodie with Silver.
1. After a moment or two of drinking, the Unicorn was drained full of it's blood, death-pasty white, it's eyes pure white like the moon and it's blood after the blood was sucked from the large creature. 2. He wiped his lips in hastiness and turned, carrying the horn tightly in hand, and went back to his tree, quickly
1. The night was still young; the moon forever shinning through the trees, as it did every evening. 2. But tonight, Dean noticed that it was accompanied by the stars. 3. Usually something he never saw. 4. A smile played on the corner of his lips, as the boy imagined somehow finding his way up to the sky. 5. It would be wondrous, Dean thought, to see the constellations up close for once, instead of squinting through the tightly grown trees, and ending up to see perhaps only one or two stars.
The boy sighed. 1. He was not here to day dream. 2. The cocaine usually did that for him. 3. Dean was on a mission. 4. Or a quest if you prefer. He was here, in this dark profound forest, to hunt down vampires. 5. He had been told, by his mentor what these creatures were, where they could be found, and how dangerous they were. 6. Of course, Dean had listened intently, and had discovered that vampires are undead beings who search the night looking for humans to prey on. He knew they were extremely unsafe, and could kill him in a second with out thought. And they were why he was here. 7. Apparently, they happen to roam around forests, Dean figured this would be the best place to find one.
1. He was supplied with a gun, a certain type of gun. 2. A sort that could only be used killing supernatural things. There were only few left in the world, and Dean was determined to make sure it wouldn’t fall it to the wrong hands. 3.That was also part of his job, to protect this precious item, and only use it when necessary; this gun was crafted to only be used eight times, for it had only eight bullets.
1. Dean had encountered a vampire before, and he knew, for a fact that it was one of the most terrifying and most life threatening things he had ever experienced. They were not one to mess around with. 2. They had interesting- and dangerous- skills that could kill anyone in a heartbeat 3. ; Dean had studied them for six years, and had found out almost everything about them. There weaknesses, there strengths, what they wanted most in life. He had even discovered some of there pasts.
But tonight, Dean was searching for something in particular. 1. A vampire. Who, he knew, went by the name of Voodoo.
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