Post by Peter Pan on Feb 23, 2008 15:21:00 GMT -5
Flight. It was an extraordinary gift. Vampires were capable of it, but humans? Well, that was a very rare sight. That's why when Peter came to Transylvania, he made sure to land softly outside of town, lest anybody see him. These people were used to seeing vampires flying, not people, and he didn't want to get shot at on his first day.
Unfortunately, it seemed that he wouldn't have much of a choice. As he adjusted the dark green overcoat that he wore over a gray shirt and dark green trousers, the eighteen-year-old walked through the square, head remaining low so as to not attract attention. But attention came to the square, as a single vampire flew overhead. As the vampire careened down toward a helpless woman, Peter met him in the air, grabbing him by the waist and flying him directly into a weather instrument, impaling him on it.
Peter slowly hovered down to the ground, where the townspeople had gathered to look up at the savior. He adjusted the goggles that he wore on his forehead as his feet gently touched the ground.
"Anybody else wanna' suck blood here, or is that all for today?"
Unfortunately, it seemed that he wouldn't have much of a choice. As he adjusted the dark green overcoat that he wore over a gray shirt and dark green trousers, the eighteen-year-old walked through the square, head remaining low so as to not attract attention. But attention came to the square, as a single vampire flew overhead. As the vampire careened down toward a helpless woman, Peter met him in the air, grabbing him by the waist and flying him directly into a weather instrument, impaling him on it.
Peter slowly hovered down to the ground, where the townspeople had gathered to look up at the savior. He adjusted the goggles that he wore on his forehead as his feet gently touched the ground.
"Anybody else wanna' suck blood here, or is that all for today?"
