Mountains Of Vanity And Superficial Dreams

[Yuu]

Yuu had just ended the long, exhausting night of partying. Yet again, no one noticed his existence. Well, no one but the bartender. He stepped gingerly out of the club onto the cold, wet concrete. He closed his eyes and sighed. This one was so tired there is no word to explain it.

Maybe it was time for some blood. He lingered halfway down the alley, searching for a bum to chew on.
The kyuuketsuki smirked, wiping the blood from his luscious lips. His last meal was splattered all along the walls of the alley. He was getting bored of lowlifes: homeless, prostitutes, the elderly. Was there anybody that was ambitious, somewhat a challenge to get close to...

After tossing the leftovers in a nearby dumpster Yuu began walking out into the abandoned streets and eying random folk that passed with no interest, chuckling to himself. Maybe he could find someone else to play with...

[misery]

In the late evening with its few occupants there walked a little girl. Her long dress that flowed to her ankles moved comfortable with each small step she took. A damaged bunny doll was held in her arms as she walked. Her black locks covered her eyes from view as she walked through the streets that frightened many. She walked the streets unafraid of possible attackers; she walked as if it was 12 in the afternoon. Iris looked about feeling someone stare, usually she wouldn't mind but this felt different.

She spoke no words as she spotted a man looking out into the streets and sidewalks. Her only reaction was that she clutched the damaged doll closer to her chest. Though this man was across the street from her current position, but even from that distance she could smell the strong scent that lingered. The smell of freshly split blood; however, this scent did not appeal to her in the slightest as it was of poor blood. Not her taste at all.

But little Iris Camelot was not bothered by the smell of blood but merely by the man's stare.