with tidy hair. He wore smart, simple, clothes. âApparently he has a lot of business as a carriage driver,â thought Roconn, who was glad to hear that he at least spoke English, got straight to the point.
âIâm looking to hire a boat to Venice.â Roconn withdrew the purse of coins and threw it to the man.
The man caught the purse and felt the weight of it. He then put it up to his ear and gave it a shake. The coins inside jangled together and the man smiled.
âNot a problem. When are we leaving?â
Roconn was relieved by his eagerness to set off, but first he needed to hunt and make sure he had enough strength for the journey.
âTomorrow, at sunset, Iâll meet you at the front gates. Make sure you are ready to leave the second I get there,â said Roconn, and with that he turned on his heel and strode back into the tavern.
It was still crowded. In the corner, Roconn noticed a young, blonde, attractive woman wearing a frilly dress. She was smiling and batting her eyelids at him. Perfect for feeding, he thought.
A few minutes later he and the young woman were taking a walk. He was glad to see it was still a deserted street. Roconn led her down an alleyway with her hanging on to his arm. This was the ideal time and place for a kill. He slammed her against a wall. The wall towered over them, casting a long shadow over the alleyway. She let out a high pitched scream. Roconn grabbed her head and gave it a sharp twist. A loud snap indicated that she was dead. He sunk in his fangs, and drank.
He then let her body fall to the floor, and returned to the tavern. No one had noticed them leave, just as no one had noticed him enter alone. He walked up to the barmaid and rented a room for the night. She showed him to his room and left with a smile. Roconn spent the whole day waiting for night to fall. He was eager to leave and wanted to kill Mariaâs kidnapper. This had been the longest day since they had been created and he was relieved to see night fall outside.
Roconn stood up abruptly and headed to the door, wrenching it open. He ran downstairs and out of the tavern, into the night. It was a bit colder than last night, but Roconn was not fazed by the temperature. He hastened to the front gate. As promised, the man was there, standing by his carriage. He entered the carriage and driver climbed on to front, Roconn laid back and shut his eyes, it would be a while before he reached Venice. He wouldnât be happy until Maria was in his arms and the Pope lay dead. Roconn would kill the Pope soon enough and all of religion would fall beneath him. Then, after seven hundred years, he would have his revenge.
Three days later, having found shelter during daylight, Roconn arrived in beautiful Venice. Rows of black coloured gondolas punted up and down the canals. Market stalls had been sprung upon the city streets. Crowds of people adorned the streets, even during the night. This would make hunting difficult, but Roconn would find a way after he had tracked down his friend. He would do anything, and sacrifice anyone, to have Maria again. He tried not to think too much about her being dead, it only made his blood boil.
It was late now, and dawn was approaching. He needed to find blood, and shelter. With a few hours of night left, he decided to take the risk and hunt first. The streets were clean and tidy. This was obviously a city of wealth. Though the sight was impressive, Roconn could not fully appreciate it given the capture of his wife.
He walked the wondrous streets, taking in the marvellous sights. The tall brick houses were spotless and well built. The people of the city were well dressed and polite as he passed them. Roconn took an alleyway and was finally away from the bustling streets. He gazed up at the moon. It shone brightly above him, illuminating the surprisingly clean alleyway. Ahead, a thirty-foot wall blocked his path. With the agility of a cat, Roconn scaled the wall,
âIâm looking to hire a boat to Venice.â Roconn withdrew the purse of coins and threw it to the man.
The man caught the purse and felt the weight of it. He then put it up to his ear and gave it a shake. The coins inside jangled together and the man smiled.
âNot a problem. When are we leaving?â
Roconn was relieved by his eagerness to set off, but first he needed to hunt and make sure he had enough strength for the journey.
âTomorrow, at sunset, Iâll meet you at the front gates. Make sure you are ready to leave the second I get there,â said Roconn, and with that he turned on his heel and strode back into the tavern.
It was still crowded. In the corner, Roconn noticed a young, blonde, attractive woman wearing a frilly dress. She was smiling and batting her eyelids at him. Perfect for feeding, he thought.
A few minutes later he and the young woman were taking a walk. He was glad to see it was still a deserted street. Roconn led her down an alleyway with her hanging on to his arm. This was the ideal time and place for a kill. He slammed her against a wall. The wall towered over them, casting a long shadow over the alleyway. She let out a high pitched scream. Roconn grabbed her head and gave it a sharp twist. A loud snap indicated that she was dead. He sunk in his fangs, and drank.
He then let her body fall to the floor, and returned to the tavern. No one had noticed them leave, just as no one had noticed him enter alone. He walked up to the barmaid and rented a room for the night. She showed him to his room and left with a smile. Roconn spent the whole day waiting for night to fall. He was eager to leave and wanted to kill Mariaâs kidnapper. This had been the longest day since they had been created and he was relieved to see night fall outside.
Roconn stood up abruptly and headed to the door, wrenching it open. He ran downstairs and out of the tavern, into the night. It was a bit colder than last night, but Roconn was not fazed by the temperature. He hastened to the front gate. As promised, the man was there, standing by his carriage. He entered the carriage and driver climbed on to front, Roconn laid back and shut his eyes, it would be a while before he reached Venice. He wouldnât be happy until Maria was in his arms and the Pope lay dead. Roconn would kill the Pope soon enough and all of religion would fall beneath him. Then, after seven hundred years, he would have his revenge.
Three days later, having found shelter during daylight, Roconn arrived in beautiful Venice. Rows of black coloured gondolas punted up and down the canals. Market stalls had been sprung upon the city streets. Crowds of people adorned the streets, even during the night. This would make hunting difficult, but Roconn would find a way after he had tracked down his friend. He would do anything, and sacrifice anyone, to have Maria again. He tried not to think too much about her being dead, it only made his blood boil.
It was late now, and dawn was approaching. He needed to find blood, and shelter. With a few hours of night left, he decided to take the risk and hunt first. The streets were clean and tidy. This was obviously a city of wealth. Though the sight was impressive, Roconn could not fully appreciate it given the capture of his wife.
He walked the wondrous streets, taking in the marvellous sights. The tall brick houses were spotless and well built. The people of the city were well dressed and polite as he passed them. Roconn took an alleyway and was finally away from the bustling streets. He gazed up at the moon. It shone brightly above him, illuminating the surprisingly clean alleyway. Ahead, a thirty-foot wall blocked his path. With the agility of a cat, Roconn scaled the wall,
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