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Franco C
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So there I was roaming the streets, scantily clad and what I was seeking, I did not know. I saw an elderly woman sitting alone on a bench, my nostrils burned as the malodorous fumes she emitted tore at the stitches of the ozone. I glanced at her, very so casually so not to draw attention to myself; Her physiognomy suggested she wasn't all she seemed, I sensed something, an evil of some sorts. It wasn't necessarily that afreet ancient arabic evil, but it was there nonetheless. Non-chalantly I walked away from the scene, when I returned, it seemed faster then it was, but alas it was only a whole ten minutes that have past. The new watch I got for christmas keeps such accurate time I'm usually overjoyed to use it whenever I get a chance, my watch, my venerate, so I hold beloved. From my burlap sack I took out the most piquant item I could and also the most effective, garlic! Yes, I knew what she was about, the minute I saw her eyes flicker from her rem sleep and she licked her lips. That innocent looking flick of the tongue that delicately washed over her mouth, I instantly knew at that moment she was trained in sanguinary, perhaps she was a master of some sorts. I hurled the clove of garlic at her as hard as my arm would allow. The first attempt failed, I was almost defeated, however knowing I was only standing 15 feet away, I reassured myself accidents happen. I took yet the last clove and I threw it with all my might, it hit the woman in the face and she awoke. She started to shout and I knew it wouldn't be long until her black bile boiled. Her privation of blood must have been too long because without notice she locked eyes on me and snarled. She started to scream, I couldn't understand, I went into tunnel vision; however I think it was the ancient language of vampires. She came towards me yelling even more incoherently, reaking of garlic which only added to her worse noxious fumes, I could barely breathe and my eyes started to tear up. Shouting for my life I pushed her forward and she tripped, falling back hitting her head on the bench. This vampire starveling must have had no energy because she was out cold, blood seaping from her fresh wound. I looked around and fled, that is one more for the humans. Yes, I hunt vampires, I'm Franco and I will find you.
