The young male had perched himself atop one of the many buildings in the area, legs dangling over the side as he stared up at the night sky with his dim grey eyes. He wore simple black sweatpants and a black hoodie, much like any teenager perhaps, the hood pulled up over his fiery red hair and the dark color of his clothing in stark contrast to his pale skin. He sighed heavily, tired from all his running about over the last weeks as he had come to this city in search of a hunter that would be able to kill him... his heart thrummed slightly faster in his chest at the thought... finally he might be able to die. Finally he might be freed, he may be able to rest, to no longer be a threat to humans...<br/><br/>However, despite reaching the city nights ago, he hadn't had a lick of luck in finding this supposed hunter, and the other denizens of the night weren't exactly keen on helping a heretic such as himself... a vampire who refused to drink blood was surely an oddity, and a vampire who couldn't die was a threat. And so here he was trying to track down someone that all he had to go on was a small snippet of information... their blood would be toxic.<br/><br/>He felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought, a hand going up to clutch at his throat as he grimaced... this hunger burned like lava was being dripped down his esophagus, it was all-consuming, his pupils constricting into thin feline-like strips... he took several long, shallow breaths until he finally managed to regain his control... and when he did a soft sob crept up and past his lips as he tucked his legs up and hugged his knees, burying his face. Why was he such a vile creature? Why did he want nothing more than to rip into a human and devour them?<br/><br/>Why him?<br/>He didn't want to, he couldn't.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind he stood and looked down at the ground below, and the empty alley... without a chance for another thought he stepped off the ledge, fell through the brisk night air, and with a sickening splat that reverberated on the concrete walls his body soon lay bloodied and broken on the cement... the world went blissfully black for a long moment... finally, finally... he longed for the cold hands of death, he longed for the darkness of peace. It lasted minutes, perhaps as long as an hour if he was lucky, but... with a sharp gasp and then several choking coughs, he was once more conscious of reality.<br/><br/>"Damn... damn it, damn it, Damn It!" His voice was harsh as his nails dug into the hard ground and agony wracked his body... but already he could feel the bones clicking back into place, the muscles reattaching, the organs repairing... within minutes he pushed himself back to his knees with tears slipping down his cheeks and melding with the streamers of blood on his pallid flesh until it looked as though he even cried the crimson fluid. Another failed attempt, another agony inducing failure... his mind was cracking, fracturing... he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't-<br/><br/>And then his body shuddered... the thick smell had him nearly shivering with want... Someone was bleeding… and it was making his head spin, the burning of hunger settling so deep in his marrow... that was the scent he was looking for, he was sure of it. That was the scent of the person who would finally kill him... It had to be, he needed it to be. And so he dragged himself to his feet, his body quickly repairing itself. All vampires were quick healers, but he was abnormal even among the other creatures of the night in that regard... A normal vampire should have at least been incapacitated for the remainder of the night without a blood meal to boost their system, but not him... Though he could feel the weight of his body, nearly like lead... He would need rest but... But if he could be killed then...<br/><br/>He took off in a hurry, feet padding on concrete as he followed that sickly sweet smell. The hunger was growing the stronger the scent became, especially with his newest non-fatal injury. His pupils reverted to the feline-like slits and his breathing became heavy... He needed to feed... He needed to die... The thoughts repeated in a continuous loop, maddeningly. But as he finally reached the point where the scent was strongest he also caught the scent of something far less appetizing... other vampires.<br/><br/>His eyes focused down the alley until he caught sight of the human and… three vampires. His blood boiling in his veins with instinct... That was his prey... No, that was his salvation... and he was definitely the one who was leaving this trail of sticky red fluid. What would he do if the human died before killing him? No, he couldn’t allow that! But the temptation of blood was intoxicating, despite the slight… Difference. It wasn’t like normal human blood, it smelled just slightly different now that he was so close, but… He wanted... he wanted to feed, he wanted to kill these vampires who were hunting his prey, he wanted to save the human... his mind was so clouded with the conflicting thoughts that he had begun moving again without noticing it.<br/><br/>And so, within moments he had approached the other vampire who stood before the human and grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck as one would a cat. His sharp nails dug into the other creature's flesh without remorse, but he wasn’t about to kill him yet. The red-haired vampire wasn't tall, rather he was fairly petite, his thin frame wasn't threatening in the least... But he leveled a near-feral glare on the other vampire and his companions as he squeezed harder until he heard the creaking of bone. "Don't touch them." He warned, his voice low and nearly so unlike his own that he almost didn't realize he was speaking. This wouldn’t be the first time he attacked another vampire, rather... he was well known in some circles as a mad man of sorts. A vampire who attacked his own kind for seemingly no reason... they didn’t understand why he refused to drink, why he would suffer the agony of thirst, all for weak little humans. But he wasn’t thinking about that now... no, he was merely wanting this meal for himself and he was already drawing up his other hand. "Leave. Or I'll rip you apart." He warned seriously, a soft growl in his throat... He was hungry... starving... He needed this human so that he could die, so he could be free of this pain, of this fear of his own existence. He didn't mind killing another vampire to achieve that... He didn't mind killing hundreds of them... They were just monsters like him anyway.<br/><br/>He didn’t cast a glance to the human currently in question, he couldn't... if he saw the source of that scent right now he would surely lose what shred of humanity, if a vampire could even claim such a thing, he had remaining and tear into him. Right... this person had to kill him, he had to, because the young-looking male might finally commit the sin he was so desperately afraid of. So, instead he glared at the other vampires, the other monsters, the ones in his way... they were his enemy, not the humans... the disgusting vampires like himself... he tried to force his hunger into anger, it was the only way he thought he could retain himself long enough for the hunter to kill him. He didn’t know how long he could maintain his sanity anymore.