Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Harry Melson:
Several years ago Harry had been a doctor but that was before he had been caught with a needle in his arm... Before the vampires too... Thank god for the vampires! He thought as he reached for a fresh syringe. It contained a plunger full of one of their kinds blood. This one was a young one, which is why Harry even had a chance agains it. He tied his arm up and pressed the needle to a vein. He had found that in his still mortal blood stream a vampires blood was one hell of a narcotic! God, it was exquisite bliss having it coursing through him! The little one that he had druged that first time so many years ago had almost killed him, he had learned since then to make a potent enough mixture of sedives to kill an elphant. It had served him well, especially when he appeared to be the victem... He had lost his own blood at times but had yet to be turned. He feared the thought of loosing his soul, else he would have no need for the sedatives... He sent the needle into his skin and forced the plunger down, launching its contence into his body. A surge of inhuman strength filled him and he threw his head back with a growl. He was truly the prey that preyed on his predators!
Standing with the strength allowed him by the stolen blood Harry launched for the door of his apartment. He knew that if he was going to have to take on another vampire soon or his stach would run out. It was time to throw himself back into the game... He thought as he went out into the dark, empty streets, hoping that he would be picked by one of the fanged ones... He had a syringe of potent sedatives hidden in his coat, waiting for his chance...
Several years ago Harry had been a doctor but that was before he had been caught with a needle in his arm... Before the vampires too... Thank god for the vampires! He thought as he reached for a fresh syringe. It contained a plunger full of one of their kinds blood. This one was a young one, which is why Harry even had a chance agains it. He tied his arm up and pressed the needle to a vein. He had found that in his still mortal blood stream a vampires blood was one hell of a narcotic! God, it was exquisite bliss having it coursing through him! The little one that he had druged that first time so many years ago had almost killed him, he had learned since then to make a potent enough mixture of sedives to kill an elphant. It had served him well, especially when he appeared to be the victem... He had lost his own blood at times but had yet to be turned. He feared the thought of loosing his soul, else he would have no need for the sedatives... He sent the needle into his skin and forced the plunger down, launching its contence into his body. A surge of inhuman strength filled him and he threw his head back with a growl. He was truly the prey that preyed on his predators!
Standing with the strength allowed him by the stolen blood Harry launched for the door of his apartment. He knew that if he was going to have to take on another vampire soon or his stach would run out. It was time to throw himself back into the game... He thought as he went out into the dark, empty streets, hoping that he would be picked by one of the fanged ones... He had a syringe of potent sedatives hidden in his coat, waiting for his chance...
