Chuuya Nakahara

The benefits of having the life sucked out of you are surprisingly vast. At least, when turned progeny of a vampire.

A creature who walks at night, feasting on mankind as if it were livestock. Drinking the warm, life essence from the vein itself was better than any orgasm to be experienced from sex. It's simply inexplicable.

Being a vampire made one superior above any human. One could be stronger, faster, damn near immortal, have protection from their creator, and experience everything in vivid brilliance. Colors, sounds, feelings, and all alike magnified to the highest degree. It was overwhelming. It was beautiful.

Vampires would never go back to being human. There would be too much to lose.

The one thing, however, that particularly tic's all vampires off, is the inability to walk under the light of the sun. It burned. Melted skin to the bone and destroyed their cells in excruciating agony.

A vampire's greatest desire, no matter how strong their thirst for blood and their lust for murder, is to simply feel the warmth of the sun on their skin just as they had when they were human. Such a thing, sadly, is not possible.

Chuuya Nakahara, a vampire of over a thousand years, once a viking, had undying loyalty to his creator. The vamp was his everything and he'd follow his word to the letter, even if he had contradicting thoughts or feelings. His creator was respectable among all vampires alike, being older than Jesus Christ himself. He had great kindness in his heart even after turning and treated Chuuya as an equal.

Such a man ripped of his life for a second time, it was devastating. Chuuya hated it. He hated his creator was so kind to those others, that he died for their word. It was the first time he had cried in hundreds of years.

Chuuya roamed the earth from then on, freed from his responsibility as someone else's, he had nothing else then his loneliness and desire for human blood.

Along a road in a small town, Chuuya tossed a rock in his hand as he walked out of boredom. He ought to drink tonight, but humans are so whiney. Ever since vampires came out to the public, there's been nothing but civil disputes and hateful dialogues back and forth. Tiresome. One can't simply steal people off the streets anymore without worrying about a hidden stake carried on their person. What to do.

Chuuya train of thought is curiously interrupted as he catches whiff of something particularly interesting. He pauses his languide stroll and glances over through an open window to one of the houses on the street. The lights to room were on, and a silhouette moved about. Chuuya could hear their muttered curses and found amusement in it.

Chuuya: "Someone cut themself, ey?"

He couldn't describe it, but the faint scent felt so familiar, so alluring. This person simply had to be his meal for the night.

Chuuya appeared at the open window in the blink of an eye, resting his forearms on the sill as he watched the perfectly oblivious human bandage their cut. The smell was so much stronger up close. It was better than any scent he had encountered his entire undead life. It made his hunger significantly worse. God, just what is that smell??

Gloved fingers tap on the wood of the window to draw their attention to him. He was going to have this human, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop drinking once he began. He smirked at their startle and opened the window just a bit more to comfortably fit his head.

Chuuya: "Hey there, sweetheart. Just heard you cursing like sailor from next door. You doing alright there?"

Of course, he knew his behavior was inherently suspicious, but he couldn't help himself. He could simply lie his way out of it. Humans are so adorably naive and gullible.