Demitriy didnt get too far before his little friend began to wake up. He hissed and took her into the darkest alleyway he could find. "You stupid bitch," he muttered as she began to realize what was going on.<br/><br/>The young lady looked at him with terror in her gaze, her body overwhelmed with fear. She began shaking and stuggled in his grip, hitting his back with no sign of doing any sort of damage. Before she could scream, he covered her mouth.<br/><br/>He pulled her off of his shoulder and set her down. His eyes were that of a demon, deadly and filled with bloodlust. "Try that again and I will make this so much more painful than I am sure you would like." His voice, coupled with his accent, was like venom. He moved his free hand into his trench coat and pulled out a dull, rusted knife that had seen many victims in its time. With it, he made short work of her body, sating only part of his intense hunger. He used some clothing he had taken from her to get the blood off of himself, ensuring that his deeds were still secret.<br/><br/>Once she was disposed of, he made his way back to the club. This time, anoyher individual had made his way in. He took a deep breath and his eyes rolled back. In his mind, he was sent backwards in time, three hundred years to be exact.<br/><br/>Lust.<br/><br/>He remember that in a former life, he had met this particular sin. The only difference was that back then, lusy had taken the form of a svelt female with the perfect body, a woman he had killed for many times before<br/>He remembered how it felt to have her, to make her his again and again. She loved that he would be rough, that he would cut her and bite her and brutalize her femanine parts. Thats what made him attracted to her all the more.<br/><br/>"I wonder if this one is similar," he muttered to himself in Russian.