Falcon sat atop the St. Joseph’s church roof on the island, watching the fog creep up and down the streets. He watched as it engulfed the bridge to the mainland, and went on for as far as he could see. He glanced over his shoulder at the cross, and snickered evilly. Quite the ironic place for a vampire to seek sanctuary. In truth, he didn’t know why he had chosen the church. It wasn’t that he sought God for the answers. The church wasn’t even the biggest building around, but still, there he was, far from his home which was back on the mainland. The abnormal sensation only grew stronger as he settled down near the cross.
He had been drawn to the island. Some unheard message, trying to get the word out. Something…different. Falcon couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew there was something coming. He was anxious and nervous, and on-edge. His palms were sweaty, and his long coal-black hair was slicked back from perspiration, as the night pumped adrenaline through his veins. The higher up he went, the stronger the feeling. Maybe it’s the cosmos…he thought, reaching up to the sky, as if he could touch the stars themselves. Then he chuckled, so what exactly is going on with my horoscope tonight?
A chilling breeze caught him in the chest, and he breathed in the scent of the night. The cooling temperature didn’t affect him, even with his muscularly lean torso bare. The fog tried to creep up the side of the brick building, wanting to touch Falcon. To embrace him. He smiled at the mist as it stretched and reached for him, with ghost-like hands, wanting to suck the warmth from his very soul. He laughed. There was no warmth… no soul… Falcon liked the cold.
Awesome, ain't he? :)
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