location: outside of a bar in NYC at night open starter
the world had changed overnight for vincent.
vincent brought the lit cigarette to his mouth taking a long drag. it tasted like ash. he used to like the taste of it but nothing tasted right. food tasted like shit. everything tasted like shit except blood. just the thought alone of that was stressful enough to think about that he quickly took another drag.
outside the bar he could hear the muffled sounds of music and people enjoying themselves. but he waited out in the shadows of an alleyway. waited for someone to separate themselves from the group. he would try not to kill them this time. but when he brought his fangs down into their neck it was like he couldnt stop himself.
and after everything, after years of being forced to sleep. being forced to be frozen as he was 15 years ago. he deserved to enjoy himself.
it was quick to pick off a drunk idiot stumbling from the bar and pull him into the alley. easy enough to pull the mask down over his face and to sink his fangs into his neck. he could control himself…..he just needed a little bit more blood and then he'd let him go. just a little bit more.
















