MethusTheDeath

The dark shadows are home to many things. Werewolves and vampires hunt the night streets looking for easy prey, unknowing, uncaring. Victims ready to join the world of the broken hearted hunters, always with a sad tale to their own end. Looking over the night streets into the sleeping city, along the dim lighted streets, the vampires start their nightly walk to find their entertainment for the evening. A pale figure leaning to the wall, his eye’s watching the glowing red Bar sign, looking at the door, waiting. The man’s eye’s drift from the Bar sign, as he hears the pace of a kindhearted younger friend drawing near. The blac