first installment of Razor the Vampier

Left broken hearted and sanded he was turned down by his one true love. The girl he had fought so hard for, and tried so hard not to lose her to the vampiric overlord Cain had chosen a ”good enough” relationship over what they could have had. This upset him to the point that his soul had lost its flame. Even of revenge of Caine stealing his one true love away he could not flue it enough to get the heartache of loosing Natianna. We find Razors path leading him through this darkened forest the clean cool air of spring living his lungs and the breath taking view sets his eyes to wonder as he concentrated hard on the scenery to throw off the thoughts in his head. He would store them there until he saw use , or light of them, but for now it was no use drowning himself in sorrow he must live first and condition that life second. That was the first rule of the vampiric way of life. his heavy boots barely disturbed the ground as his skilled feet lightly glided over the dirt road that had been well beaten for some number of years. The tall oak trees stood strong at in the sight of their years they have seen over a hundred years pass by. This, he thought as he stopped in front of them, is one of natures gifts I now get to share. On the inside the human that once was Josh rain smiled brightly, but the outside stood the figure of a dark hunter, not vicious as some may portray but calm collected and well aware of every living breathing thing around him. His eyes gently scanned every movement. His pupils moved quicker than the eye could tell. If you blinked you might miss if a vampire of his experience looked at you or just blinked. He thought about this and another inquisitive smirk creased his mouth this time the outer exterior took the same form but not of arrogance like the human inside of him but like the hunter that was the vampire. His legs stiffened his eyes glanced up quickly surveying the depth and distance of the jump to be made nearly seconds later as he jumped he looked down observing what he was dodging from sight. ”Damn drunkards…”his deep voice mumbled as they slid idly by leaning on one another muttering something about “that lively tavern up yonder”. Razor thought about this for a moment and the two souls of the boy, Josh, and the hunter, Razor infused into the one soul that was this time entirely the hunters spirit. He leaped silently from tree to tree . The occasional leaf falling with the muffled vibration of the tree branch. He cupped the branch in his hand before planting  his feet on it as not to make noise as they had thought him to. A very simple trick that would leave even the most wise of hunters turning and wondering if his pray and ever even been there. At last he jumped from the tall dog wood tree at the edge of the forest that the path had lead him though to his destination, the tavern, a large one, but large or small it was sure to at least have one patron in side of it. He felt alone. Distant. He needs the energy of the others in the tavern so he could postpone feeding for a few more days. He slid silently into the tavern almost unnoticed and he sat directly in the center of the tavern as not to draw attention to himself. Most sat in the back in a corner somewhere so he chose to sit directly in the middle and act casual absorbing in the rich vibrant energy of those that where still sober. He could not do the same with the ones passed out or drunk. Too many toxins. That would harm his body and make him sick. He sat there for a long moment feeding off the energy in the room.1