Eternally Bound by Blood(Dark Bl)

Alaric emerged from the car, the door creaking open as he stepped out onto the cold ground, leaving behind the warm, crimson-stained confines of the metal beast. His skin glistened with blood, still slick and radiant under the moonlight, a visceral reminder of the carnage he had just indulged in. The chill of the night air wrapped around him like a shroud, but he felt no discomfort; instead, a wild exhilaration coursed through his veins, igniting an insatiable hunger deep within him.

His long white hair cascaded down his back, silken strands catching the light and flowing like a ghostly river. It brushed against the curve of his ass, obscuring his naked form but emphasizing the ethereal beauty of his newly plump figure. Alaric's skin was no longer the pallid hue of starvation; it glowed with a vibrant, almost otherworldly sheen, hinting at the life coursing through him—an unholy vitality that had been dormant for centuries. His body felt alive, every inch of him pulsing with the thrill of the hunt.

As he stepped away from the car, the sounds of a distant village filled his ears—a cacophony of human voices, laughter, and music that beckoned him closer. It was intoxicating, but it wasn't that which had called out to him .It was more like a being was drawing him closer like a siren's call that sent waves of anticipation through his entire being.

Alaric's eyes glowed with a demonic glint, swirling with a dark hunger as he began to cackle, the sound echoing off the trees surrounding him. It was a chilling, manic laughter, filled with both delight and madness, resonating through the night like a harbinger of death.

Each step brought him closer to the source of the noise, his bare feet pressing against the earth with a soft squelch, leaving behind no trace but a pool of blood. He reveled in the sensation, each step reinforcing his dominance over this world that had forgotten the primal nature of humanity. The village came into view, a collection of weird looking homes adorned with flickering lanterns that painted the ground with warm, inviting hues—an illusion of safety that stirred something savage within him.

Alaric's mind raced with possibilities, visions of feasting on the inhabitants swirling in his thoughts. He envisioned breaking through doors, dragging his prey into the night, and spilling their blood to sate his unquenchable thirst. The villagers were blissfully unaware, wrapped in their laughter and revelry, oblivious to the predator lurking at the edge of their sanctuary.

He approached the village with purpose, his movements fluid and graceful, yet there was an underlying tension in his posture, like a coiled serpent ready to strike. The demon within him whispered promises of more—more blood, more life, more of the delicious ecstasy that filled him after his first meal in centuries.

As he stepped into the light, the shadows danced across his body, highlighting his ethereal beauty and the haunting transformation he had undergone. He relished the fear he could instill, the shock that would ripple through the hearts of the villagers when they finally laid eyes on him.

With every ounce of his being, Alaric embraced his monstrous nature, the cackle rising in his throat again as he broke into a sprint, heading toward the heart of the village, where laughter mingled with ignorance. The night was still young, and his insatiable hunger had only just begun to stir.

Alaric's laughter echoed through the village, mingling with the soft sounds of night, as he continued his approach.

As he neared the center of the village, his eyes locked onto a couple standing hand in hand, illuminated by the flickering glow of a lantern. They were draped in garments that flowed and shimmered, adorned with patterns that he could not begin to comprehend, vibrant against the backdrop of the darkening night.

The couple appeared to be in their own world, sharing whispers and soft laughter, their expressions filled with love and intimacy. It was a scene so foreign and yet so mesmerizing to Alaric, who had not seen such unguarded affection in ages. He watched as the man, tall and broad-shouldered, pulled the woman close, her delicate frame nestled against him, eyes shining with warmth. They were a picture of bliss, completely unaware of the darkness that was closing in around them.

A darker urge surged within Alaric as he marveled at the happiness. He felt a pang of longing—an echo of the life he had once known, now dulled by centuries of slumber. But that fleeting thought was quickly overshadowed by the ravenous predator that lurked inside him, urging him to act. With a speed that was almost supernatural, he lunged forward, crossing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

The male felt the rush of wind before he could react, his eyes widening in shock as Alaric's powerful hands wrapped around his torso, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. The woman gasped, her expression twisting from surprise to horror as she watched Alaric pull her partner close. Time seemed to slow as Alaric's lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing sharp, elongated teeth that glistened in the dim light.

"Please, let him go!" she cried out, her voice piercing the calm night air, but Alaric was beyond reasoning, lost in the intoxicating scent of life that surrounded them.

With a swift, deliberate motion, Alaric sank his jagged teeth into the soft flesh of the man's neck. The bite was fierce, a momentary sharp pain that erupted into a flood of warmth. Blood poured from the wound, hot and rich, filling Alaric's mouth with its metallic tang. It was exquisite—a feast after centuries of emptiness. He drank deeply, savoring the life essence that flowed into him, feeling the warmth of the man's body slowly ebbing away, transforming into cold stillness.

The man's eyes widened in terror, his body twitching instinctively as Alaric held him tightly, almost crushing him in an embrace that was both possessive and desperate. Alaric felt the pulse beneath his lips weaken, the rhythm of life slowing as he feasted. He could hear the frantic heartbeat fading, a sound that echoed in his ears, mingling with the screams of the woman beside them.

"No! No!" she cried, collapsing to her knees as the reality of her lover's fate hit her like a wave. The terror in her voice sliced through the air, awakening the villagers from their slumber, the sounds of panic and confusion rippling through the once-peaceful night.

Alaric's eyes, now fully demonic, glowed with a predatory intensity as he reveled in the taste of fresh blood. He drank greedily, feeling his own body swell with vitality, the warmth of life flooding back into him with each swallow. The man's struggles grew weaker, the light fading from his eyes, leaving only fear and pain in their wake.