Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20180211164324/@comment-24852191-20180214040551


 * Meanwhile, Acelin sits in his room at the Kimpton Hotel in Seattle. He has the lights off in his suite as he looks out his window. He loads several silver bullets into a fresh magazine for the Hardballer. He tries to think of what those things were. They bit people and were incredibly strong and fast. They seemed pale and had red eyes. Any other time, he would have thought them rabid vampires. But then, he sensed something different about them, and also, their eyes didn’t glow a crimson hue when they drank their blood, and then there was the fact that when they died thay might have well become broken pottery. Strange, the only vampires he knew became dust once they finally died after regenerating several times. So, vampires were out of the list of possibilities. So, what were they? A new type of a blood suckers? He ponders the thought before he realizes he needs to sleep. So, he gets undressed and slips into his bed and falls asleep at night. One of the few human things he still holds on to.