<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Glare-Heise-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Drake Vaculair<br/>210 or 19 in human<br/>Vampire<br/><br/>Drake was a dark man who had dark reasons for murdering a family of humans. He left one alive though. Only because of a secret legend that he and only some of the eldest vampires knew about. Otherwise the fascinating young woman would be dead as well. Dead at the young age in which he murdered her family. They hadn't tasted overly well and had been to more a means to separate her from those who could protect her than a midnight snack. Now he had to hunt her down. This was going to be an interesting dance they would play. He might even get a bit emotional...not really...on this game they were going to start. He kept up with her up and rising career as a slayer of his kind. He was amused by her bravery and skill. She wouldn't take him on though. Well she could but she would lose. He was still extremely far out of her league. He stood in the path in her way now though. Dressed in a cloak and oozing darkness and shadows. "Out late aren't you little girl?" He says in a dark and taunting tone.