Spoilers:
Content Rating: 12
Type: Vampyr Centric
Characters: Tyler
Summary: Second fic i ever wrote:

People fear darkness, but it's not the darkness they should fear, it's what stalks the Darkness.

Content advice: includes some descriptions of violence.
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Leaning onto the window ledge, Tyler looked out at the people who walked the streets. Darkness had taken it's grip on L.A. and the few people that dared to walk along the backstreets hurried on their way. They did not know what stalked them in the darkness but they knew in their subconscious that something was there, watching, killing, feeding.

Tyler knew what stalked them though.

"They'll never know...and those that do will never survive long enough to reveal it," he thought to himself as he left the window and moved through the apartment.

The apartment was small, dirty and damp but it didn't bother Tyler. He'd lived in much, much worse conditions and he could put up with a dirty apartment in the backstreets of L.A. for a while. Cockroaches crawled the floors and Spiders hung in the corners of the cielings. Most people would hate it, but Tyler almost liked it. The dark, dank surroundings reminded him of his past, of days so long gone that it seemed like lifetimes ago, but he remembered them like yesterday.

Coming to the door of the bedroom, Tyler paused, thinking to himself for a moment.

"This will be sweet. I always like taking virgins," he told himself in his mind as he opened the door and slipped in silently.

With a trail of kisses, Tyler moved from her stomach to her mouth, kissing her roughly, forcefully. Then, moving onto her neck, he paid special attention to it. She liked getting attention on her neck, but he would enjoy it more than she could ever imagine.

"The stupid whore won't even know what?s going on," noted Tyler to himself as he lifted his head up and with a slight growl brought it down again, this time bringing her immense pain and himself a sudden feeling of euphoria. Draining her and filling himself, he sunk his fangs into her jugular and let her blood flow freely. Wrenching on her neck with an inhuman force, he snapped it, killing her instantly, before the blood loss could do it.

He was vampyr. An immortal who fed on the blood of Humans and could only be killed by decapitation, direct sunlight or a stake through the heart. And he was to be feared. If the devil that the Humans spoke of existed, he himself would likely fear Tyler, for Tyler himself feared nothing and that made him more dangerous than any other creature on the Earth, or beyond it

© Matthew Smith, 2003