<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Small farm house several miles outside of Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 0, night<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>As the sun is setting Renair is driving on I-70 with no particular destination in mind. Two things happen the first being that vampire feels the ever present hungry growing and begins to think about his next infusion of fresh blood. At the same time he glances at the fuel gage of his BMW convertible noticing that it is at less than a quarter of a tank. The next exit sign simply reads “Reedland” and shows the symbol indicating that fuel can be found there. As he turns off of the Interstate Highway and on to the two lane county road he thinks about what he wants for his meal. A small malevolent smile spreads across his thin lips. He is in the middle of nowhere and he has a taste for some fear in his blood. So he flips the switch to bring the top down so the night air can blow across him and he can smell the scents that the wind carries. The smile turns to one of glee as he picks up the scent of a family separate from those coming from the town. A man and a woman both in their late twenties or early thirties and on child prepubescent, a girl maybe nine or ten years old, and his mouth actually starts to water as he thinks of the terror he will instill in them before he drinks the blood from each.<br/><br/>Following the scent of the family Renair turns down a long gravel drive running between neatly cultivated fields. He stops his car as soon as the old house comes into view, he does not want to alter them of his approaching with noise of the car on their driveway. He climbs out and walks the rest of the way making almost no noise at all. The smells of the dinner they recently had are still in the air mingled with the scent of a fresh cake baking. The front windows are dark illuminated only by the flickering light coming from a television. He thinks about entering through the front door but decides to use the rear entrance. After moving around the house he is pleased to find the kitchen light on and to see movement of a single person in there. He steps silently onto the back porch and peers in through the screen door which is the only thing barring his entrance. A different kind of hunger is added to his need for life giving blood as he looks at the attractive woman making the finishing touches on her freshly made cake before serving it to her family.<br/><br/>The screen door squeaks slightly when the hungry vampire opens it but before the woman can turn to see what caused the noise he moves with superhuman speed and clamps a powerful but small hand over her mouth preventing a scream. He turns the woman to face him even as he savors the smell of her sudden fear. He is not a tall or even heavily muscled man, standing only 5’8” with a slender almost feminine build. His clothing is sleek, shiny, and soft to the touch and matches the blackness of his hair. Staring into her eyes which are just slightly lower than his own he pins her back to the counter top with his body and the force of his hand covering her mouth as he takes the spatula still covered with chocolate frosting from her hand.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, 6:15 pm<br/><br/>A sedan only a few years old pulls up the long drive and in a familiar way pulls ups to the back of the house. An older man probably in his sixties climbs out of the driver’s seat and walks around the car to open the passenger door for the woman in the same age range as him. She gets out of the car and heads straight to the back door while man stops to look around the farm. He gives a nod of approval and is just turning to accompany his wife to the house when he hears a blood curdling scream. He looks up to see the woman standing in the doorway with the screen door open and her hand clutching at her chest. He rushes up the and just manages to catch her as she collapses. As he is supporting his wife he looks into the kitchen of the house that until just a few years ago was his. The sight that reaches his eyes turns his blood cold and he nearly collapses as well.<br/><br/>The very first horror that greets him is the twisted, broken and bloody body of his granddaughter on the floor near the rear entrance. Then he sees his son crumpled partially in a kitchen chair and draped over the table with blood pooled all around. As his eyes move further into the kitchen he finally sees what is left of his daughter in law. She is nude and pinned bent over backwards over the kitchen counter there is still chocolate on the spatula with its handle driven through her right wrist into the counter top. A wooden spoon is driven through her left wrist pinning it to a cabinet door. The older man’s legs suddenly seem like rubber and he slumps to the ground weeping for his lost family.<br/><br/>It takes the man several minutes to calm himself enough to stand again. After putting his distraught wife back in the car he walks around to the front of the house clearly not wanting to walk through the kitchen. He enters the house through the front door and goes straight to the telephone and dials the operator as soon as the line connects he says that he needs to speak to the sheriff.