Midnight Stroll

[silenziosa_odio]

Wandering through the darken paths of a park might not have been the wisest thing to most around him. But for a vampire, Percy couldn't imagine it was much of a danger to him. He was ready to feed, though, and tired from his regular habit of house searching

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[silenziosa_odio]

Percy didn't take note of people or places that held no interest for him. So it was no surprise he took no real note of anyone else in the park when he flopped down on a bench. He was too busy rubbing his temples, fighting back a headache to care much about anything else.

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy was not a screamer. He was, at most, a yelper, a shouter, and a vulgar linguist. But this time he screamed as the Earth and man collided with him, buried him. His heart was somewhere in his throat, as it was hammering.

Undead for hundreds of years, and his heart was beating faster than life had ever made it.

The thing was still on top of him as he pushed it away and tried to scramble to his feet, arms flung out not for balance, but in search of some wall to guide him.

"What the fucking hell!?" He exclaimed, eyes wide, but unable to see anything.