Blood Rane

Demetrius Rane perched on the ledge of the balcony that stood almost sixty feet above the ground; He was clad in his finest black attire and his prised black cape that he had acquired on a trip to France. His long dark hair softly moved with the midnight breeze. The moon shone bright but he remained sheltered by the shadows that hung from the stone building. It had been countless nights since he had been away from home, held captive in his home by the man he grew to know as his father. Held against his will Demetrius was tested and prodded at as if he were a lab rat. Night after night but tonight was different. There was something in these hours of darkness that told him to go in search of that which he had long been exiled from.
Tonight he would hunt for the first time in what had felt like an eternity. He stood and leaped from the ledge and landed gracefully on the roof below making sure to stay within the protection of the shadows he then leaped off the second rooftop into an alleyway. His piercing ice-blue eyes peered out from the alleyway observing the street to see if anyone was around satisfied that there was no one he pulled up his hood and made his way down the ally into the nearby tavern.
Inside the tavern was filled with the perfume of mortals and the scent of liquor hung thickly in the air, he made his way over to the end of the bar and sat there in the dark. Once the bartender noticed him he ordered a drink and brought it to a table in the back.
It felt good to be out and not confined by the walls of the manor. He observed the people that were in the room lots of men and very few women. He wondered why he came to places like this he did not need to consume liquor to feel different but there was some part of him that wanted to be among these people and partake in there ways.
Demetrius thoughts were then disrupted by the sound of shouting men near the tavern door. There were three men surrounding a woman, taunting her and pulling at her ragged clothes. The woman looked as though she had been hauled through the mud. Her long blond hair was greasy and matted, her face was oily and mud filled, her arms were filled with scrapes. But underneath that she had very pretty eyes, which at the time were filled with fear.

Demetrius felt bad for the girl so he decided to help her out. He got up from his seat and quickly jumped onto the bar top then onto one of the men. With one punch the man was knocked out cold. A second man pulled Demetrius off his friend and tried to attack him with a blade. Demetrius swiftly kicked the man in his stomach and hurled him into a wall.
The last man looked at Demetrius and with a look of shock on his face the man ran for the doorway. Demetrius grabbed the girl and pushed the two of them out the tavern door and into the ally. The two were safe in the ally and had not been followed. The girl had tripped when Demetrius pushed through the doors of the tavern. She seemed to be unconscious. Demetrius then picked up the girl and brought her to his home.

The mansion was large and very old looking. The hallways were long; the rooms were wide and filled with art and sculptures from all over the world. The rooms were dimly lit by candlelight while others were not lit at all. Demetrius carried the woman up the steel steeps and into the guest room where he cleaned the dirt from her face. Demetrius then gave the woman some water that had a tranquilizer mixed into it so she would stay asleep. He ran his hand down the side of her face and down to her neck then outlined her chest with his fingers. He then cut into her chest with one of his nails just enough to draw some blood.


The scent of her blood was strong and sweet to him, he could no longer hold back. This being his first taste of blood in so long. His fangs dropped as he leaned down to her chest, he licked the dripping blood and then sunk his teeth into her flesh. Demetrius could feel the energy pour into him with every drop of blood, this is the moment he had been waiting for. He finished drinking from the woman and slid the body down the garbage shaft the same way he had been taught. He knew his next feed had to be more of a challenge, which would make up for his easy catch that night.

Demetrius cleaned up and then went to his room. The room was practically empty and dark except for the light that shone on a huge metal casket that stood near the back wall of the room and bore the family Symbol. It was larger and deeper then the average casket but it maintained its shape and coloured lining. Once inside Demetrius slept for what he thought was the rest of the night until he was disrupted. From his casket he could hear someone enter his room and call his name.

“Demetrius! How can you be sleeping at a time like this? Wake up you lazy bastard, the night is still young and we’re not going to get any action sleeping all night.”

Demetrius knew oh to well the shrill voice his brother made when he wanted them to go out together. They never shared parents but the two had adopted each other at a young age, they were both on the streets and later found they shared the same blood lust. Demetrius got out of his coffin and grabbed Gavin by his shirt.
“Why must you pester me while I'm sleeping? Besides I've already been out tonight.” He let Gavin go.

“Oh? Out without me again I see, your first night out in months and you don't even invite your own brother well I know when I'm not wanted.” Gavin pouted and turned to leave the room.

“Fine we will go out again but I'm going to lead, last time we almost imprisoned for starting a fighting.

The two made their way from the mansion and out into what was left of the night. There was not many people around but Demetrius knew of a place where they could find a good time, so he lead Gavin toward the older part of the town to a large house. The house looked condemned and not lived in for many years. They went around back to a door that leads to the basement.
Demetrius lifted the wooded door and lead his brother down the stairs and into a dark room where another door, this one was locked. Gavin had an idea of where they were so he looked around the room until he found an old blade under some rubble. Gavin then cut his wrist and then knocked on the door. The door opened slightly and a woman appeared wearing a very short shirt and a just about see through black shirt. Gavin held out his arm and the woman grabbed at it and tasted some of his blood. Then she opened the door and let the two enter. The woman led them into a large room, there were people everywhere drinking each other’s blood, some people were making out and others were moving to the music.

Demetrius caught the attention of a girl that was in the back of the room; she pushed her girlfriend aside and walked over to him. She started to dance in a circle around him; she stroked his long hair and then led him out of the room toward the back.
Gavin had also attracted some attention of his own and was quickly pushed onto a couch. The music was pumping and his heart was racing as the girl motioned for him to bit at her neck. He hoped his brother was going to be busy for a while so he could have some fun. He felt down the girl's shirt and the moved his hand around her breast as he sucked on her neck and at the perfect moment he bit into her and started to drink her blood.
Demetrius and the woman walked into the darkness of the back room away from all the others, they could still hear the music but this was a more private spot. The room was small and had a bed at the back wall, the woman lead him over to the bed and slowly removed her clothes and moved her body to the music, she motioned for him to join her on the bed. He removed his shirt and climbed onto the bed, the woman ran her fingers down his hard muscular body and bit at his stomach. She slowly moved her hands up to his shoulders and rubbed them while he moved his hands around and felt down her back. Then bit at her neck and started to drink her blood. He had not felt this good in along time and it defiantly made up for his easy kill earlier that night.
This was one of those times Demetrius could unleash the beast within himself with out having to hide his true nature. His Muscles grew and ripped through his shirt as he sat on top of the woman, his eyes rolled back into his head, his hands grew longer and his back arched slightly his hair grew longer and meet the end of his back, his fangs fell from his mouth and his ears grew pointed. The woman let out a scream but he knew no one would hear her because the basement was once bomb shelter. He bore into the woman with his claws and finished her off, then steeped back to observe his kill.