Name: Zane King<br/>Age: 21<br/>Appearance:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt101/Wolfmaster91/Decorated%20images/Demi.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Extra info: Despite his kind goes for the innocent, Zane liked to mix it up. Unlike most of his type, he can stand eating the souls of the impure and prefers it over an innocent being an day because of this Zane earned the nick name "Hunter" by some of his closet friends. He can't remember becoming like this, sort of woke up as this.<br/>~~~~<br/><br/>A light breeze rustled through the trees, causing more leaves to fall off a dying tree. It's the end of the week. It's when hopeless young women and men flocked to the club hoping, praying that they'll get lucky and hit it off with some hot man or sexy women. Of course, even losers were at the club but the chances of them finding a companion for tonight was unlikely. Then there was the other population, they were hoping to get lucky as well, not in the manner of sex but money.<br/>A young man stood under the dying tree, a stupid grin was plastered on his face. The man was better known as Zane King. King was the type of guy all the women fond over, a man who can get women to drop their panties in a second all it took was a charming smile, a little wink, some sweet talking and bam! Just like that the ladies are dying. In the usually brown-redish eyes there a small glint of excitement in his eyes, something about being in a state of Las Vegas got him going. It was probably something to do with the lights, the sounds, the scent of this place. It's a demon's paradise really. You could find any type of soul here.<br/>Zane's eyes shifted to what has to be one of the best clubs he has ever been to, the lines to the club were also insane but to get into that club was worth it. He walked away from the tree and towards the entrance of the club, Zane smiled at the people stuck in line as the bounce moved out of his way, letting him in after telling Zane told the bouncer his name. As much as he loved a good grinding fest from attractive humans, he didn't waste his time. By no means was Zane a regular to the club, in fact it's his first time here and for a good reason. He needed to be here, his prey was at this location. His prey still had no idea that she was being followed by him, she ignored his presence most of the time but some days he could tell that she got the feeling a person was watching her. The prey wasn't expecting to be here, she couldn't afford it, she happen to get lucky when a friend offered to take her here.<br/>Zane made his way through the crowds. He loved how the bass of the music made it feel as if his heart as he walked over to a bar, ordering a drink. His eyes scanning face as he looked for his prey. About five minutes of turning down women and searching, he found his target. She was still with her friends.<br/>" Figures." He mumbled, taking a swig of his drink.<br/>His friends were beginning to question him, they wondered why he was wasting so much time over an innocent soul, something he never went after. Simply for the reason that his prey's soul was innocent yet dirty. Anyone would tell this girl have never done something like that. Zane wanted her because he started to feel like he liked this women, plus she had a fighting soul. A rebellious soul more like. It's an interesting pure soul can't have such a fighting spirit yet this one did.<br/>Zane's eyes had wondered away from his target, only when he fixed his eyes back on his prey did he noticed that she was looking at him. He gave her a light smile and waved to her, his feet didn't move. He wanted her to come to him....