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The township of London, England has much changed over the evanescent centuries. The buildings replaced trees that once blossomed. The pavement smothered grass that once grew, lush and green. A long figure stood in a scantily lit window, examining the streets of the town he was calling home this week. He had noticed that this city had changed reasonably. The sound of cars always seemed to purr after dark, and definitely after the sun rose over the land giving it the radiant color that everyone loves. He smiled to himself, revealing two unusually sharp teeth before he closed the hefty black curtains over the window and retreated back further into the room.

The room offered no sympathy as he looked around trying to find something. Desperately, he rummaged through a desk drawer. He sighed as he retrieved a furrowed pack of cigarettes, stuffing them into the pocket nearest his right hand. The room seemed almost bare. The only pieces of furniture in the room are what appeared to be two mahogany trunks,belstaff stiefelette, a desk that had some scattered paper and a couch that had been pulled out into a bed.

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Reaching the night air one of his hands flew to his pocket and retrieved the crumpled pack of cigarettes, he pulled the last bent death stick out and put it to his rose petal lips, before lighting it. The rumpled package was dropped into the nearest trashcan. He continued off down the sidewalk, stepping in and out of the pools of tainted light cast down from the street lamps. His destination needed to be an easy buffet. He hadn't fed in quite a few days and he needed someone that wouldn't give as much of a struggle. Earlier he had promised himself no deaths would come this night. There had been a death somewhere near the town he was staying in now the past night and he did not desire any sudden attention that would make him leave. He got what he could from the cigarette before spitting it out into a street drain.

Chase, had blonde locks that would make anyone envious. They weren't long, just long enough to cover his piercing blue eyes that mesmerize anyone at any expanse. These locks made him look younger than he actually was. His true age was a mystery and eluded everyone that met him. Although, his knowledge was beyond any years his looks presented himself as.

A bright pink neon sign caught his gaze. He had been watching his shadow dance gracefully on the sidewalk next to him. Making the door under the luminescent light his destination,gucci borse, he dug his hands back into the depths of his pockets. His eyes darted around menacingly; watching for any sudden movement that could be considered a threat to him. He loved being in this century. His skin had this glow that separated him from the crowds,abercrombie en fitch, but let him fit in. Vampire skin was usually caught graying and smelling rather appalling, no matter what fragrance was used to cover it, but his skin shone with the light from the moon, reflecting its beauty,Gucci Portafogli, almost looking blue with his icy eyes. The lips placed ever so delicately as if the creator of him took the longest time on his lips were like silk, a rose in the making. His beautiful blue eyes drew attention all the time. He rarely, if ever left his victim without enough blood to carry on. That, would be an indecent thing for a gentleman. Being born in 1742, he would never leave a lady like that. It was beyond the question, and still, Chase was trying to carry on the traditions of his real life, the decent life that used to exist before... things happened and changed everything.

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