<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Who the hell are you and why have you disturbed me”? </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">He asked. Not liking the fact someone was brave enough to disturb him. Everyone was scared to get on a vampire’s badside but with him it was ten times worse. Damien stared at the bouquet coldly with a look of confusion written on his face. Standing, he let out a hiss, fangs appearing as they gleamed in the radiant moonlight above them. The Stars continued to shimmer for they knew nothing of what took place down on earth. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Is that a threat”?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He asked tossing the bouquet aside it landed on the crumbling stone bench he had been seated up which had the old gargoyle resting beside it. Could it be possible she was being friendly. Nah that couldn’t possibly be the case. Why out of everyone did she come to him.</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“What soul”? “ I have no soul, I lost mine many years ago and there is nothing that could possibly hurt me now. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">He said watching the girl before him carefully, hid green eyes glowed brightly in the darkness. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“If you aren’t careful I’ll add you to my ever growing list of victims.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He said softly. Did she feel sorry for him. Damien knew he had sinned, his very life had been a page out of Dante’s inferno.  But he didn’t plan on ever biting the dust,There was so much more bloodshed to be had yet and so much more bloody fun. <a class="username" data-user-id="1083" data-username="@Moonflower3" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1083/">@Moonflower3</a> </span></b>