The Copycat Vampire

“Indeed, I do.”

“Alive, still?” he looks down at his hand, “surprising.”

“What a mess... but it was your own fault it came to this, if you hadn’t tried to rob me, you might’ve lived... know your place before a King, as you burn in the depth of Hell.” Then he began to walk, no fear in his face over his actions, no hesitation, only a disgust for these sorts that believe they could stand against his power.

“Trash needs taking out, but... that can wait for later.” he looked around while night fell on the streets, he kept his stand out of the way in-case the opportunity arose. “For now, I need to find someone...” that was what mattered the most when it came to his concerns. If he didn’t find them then coming all this way would be such a waste.

[I almost wanna make some new Jojo blog...]

“Oh, it seems you got my boots wet.” he flicked the blood off of them as he looked at the mangled corpse. It was a hideous, artistic piece. But it needed to be done, no one would be allowed to get on his nerves. “Now, I think a meal is in order.” before leaving he gave the head a quick bash with his foot and then proceeded to leave the scene. Someone was sure to find it and clean it up in the morning. He couldn’t be bothered to do it himself, not like they’d find much evidence anyways when the deed was done by a Stand and not an actual person.

“Stand before me, and beg for your life if you wish to live.”