[hold me up to watch me die] |open|

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Love preys the living and praises the dead In the heart of our hearts by death we were wed. . . It was the power of this place that drew him here. Even a God, even a beast of Kazeielan's power could hide, for a while. And he relished that, though it was not necessarily to hide that he came here. It was for peace, for the calm of the small town. The fact that his air-crackling presence was hidden was only a plus. But he had been here so long, had been cloistered from the city life for too many months, that the need for blood was beginning to pain him. His throat ached and his hands itched for the feeling of the blood. With a sigh, he turned from the window, going to his dresser and pulling on his clothes. Black, such a comfortable color for a man that was raised in the dark. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the wool and the fur trim of his coat. At least there was peace in the smell of animals. Kazeielan packed his things and went down the stairs, leaving his money on the front counter. It was late at night, and who knows where the man who watched the rooms of the inn was. Kaze had rented a floor, and it kept his insomnia- and nightmares when he slept- private. He greatly valued privacy. In the rising moonlight, his pale skin took on a bluish quality. It was unsettling, really. But all that could be thought about later. Kaze was thirsty, and it wasn't for ale. But who would be out at this hour? Who would brave the rumors of the night and wander, only to fall victim to one of the beasts that they were warned about as children. Oh, yes, he was the monster of fairy-tales, those things you were told of as a child and deemed ridiculous. Think, now. Were you ever told of a red-haired demon? chances are it was based off of him. Chuckling privately at this thought, he moved along the main road, his long, thin body cutting quite the figure in this light. The witching hour, indeed. . . . Bleed well the soul you're about to sell for passion deranged, kiss and tell, baby we're bleeding well. Bleed well the heart you're about to fail for reasons insane, kill and tell, baby we're bleeding well. In hell.

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