#sanet

Sanet himself was keeping an eye on Hector for quite some time now, trying to collect enough evidence against him. No one believed him when he claimed that Hector Otterson was a vampire. They said he was paranoid, that he should let it go. Even Sanet’s master Jae expressed doubt that this was the vampire they had been tracking for so many years, the vampire that at some point lay ruin in both their lives. They couldn’t even tell if he was a vampire at all. 'He can fool others, but not me. Never again, you bastard. ' Sanet thought to himself. Hector could change his appearance, play a role of a respectable citizen, even hide his powers, but Sanet knew it was him. He could feel it as his skin would crawl whenever they would meet face to face. He only needed proof. A witness will be more than enough. Someone to confirm Sanets suspicions. Anyone would suffice. Anyone alive. He had to think quick - the kid wasn’t going to last long, even if Hector was just toying with him. Sanet swooped down from his spot on the rooftop of one of the houses surrounding Hector’s manor. He was very careful to conceal his presence from him. It wouldn't get him far if Hector knew he was here, he needed the element of surprise. He hastily found a way inside the other side of Hectors house. Frantically he looked around for something that he could use as a distraction. A bar! That will do nicely. He grabbed the bottles and spilled their content around the floor and furnishings. From his pocket he produced a lighter and laid fire to the room. Materials soaked in alcohol caught the flames quickly and grew fast. The ornate wooden panelings on the walls happily welcoming the flame. He quickly left the mansion. Excited, he waited impatiently, hidden in the shadows, until finally he saw Hector hastily running to check what was happening, leaving his toy behind. No longer bothering to mask his abilities, Sanet levitated towards the now unconscious youth, picked him up, and cradled him in his arms as he made his escape. He flew far enough to be certain that he wasn't being followed, and landed in a dark back alley. The boy’s skin was cold to the touch, but Sanet still could make out a faint heartbeat. A soft gasp escaped the human’s mouth, a sign of regained consciousness. Good. This would make things easier. 'You don't want to die… do you?' he asked softly. A faint '... no' came in reply, though the melody was almost like a question. ...Not that it mattered. Sanet wasted no more time and quickly exposed the young man's discoloured neck. 'Hector did quite a number on that one', he noted. The kid’s body started to jitter. Sanet tightened his grip around the boy’s thin frame as he sank his teeth into his pale neck, blood slowly trickling down. ‘Don't you dare die on me now kid. I need you ...’ ~~ Here is the story of how Iisjah died - finally! I wanted to tell it for at least 2 years now, if not longer. It was supposed to be a comic and not two illustrations and a story, but I never managed to write a script. And the story format lends more to the feelings I think - especially in the Sanet part. Hope you guys enjoyed the two parter - if you have any questions go right ahead! I'll be happy to answer! Some info: Iisjah is significantly younger here - he's about 18 (so it takes place around 14-15 years earlier than current Iisjah) It's also the first instance of him meeting Sanet. Lucky him.