((I wasn't sure if we were doing this in human form or not, so I just started out with human form...I can edit the post if you pm me or just have him switch forms if you want))
It seemed as if the day had very few pleasures to yield. It was a disappointment, really. It was the first day in what seemed like ages - and possibly was - that Cobra had finally ventured out of the basement where he had been holed up for ever so long. After word had gotten out that there was a vampire on the loose in town, Cobra had immediately gone into hiding, giving time for the rumors to fade away.
Of course, the rumors had been partially wrong. Cobra was only a half-vampire, not full, so he could have survived without blood, although he would have become almost mortal by doing so. And there was not one, but two of these half-vampires roaming the town and preying on the weak. Cobra was accompanied, as always, by his twin brother Tarantula.
Now, however, he felt that he had been sitting in the basement living off of refrigerated blood for far too long. However, Tarantula was busy with his studies, and Cobra felt a bit rusty at the whole "seduce and feed" technique that he had once had mastered. He had continually waited for his instincts to kick in, but apparently a few years (or longer...he never really kept track of time) had left Cobra somewhat tame. And that simply wouldn't do, not at all.
As he passed by an attractive looking male wearing some sort of hat, Cobra could practically smell the foreign scent of him - he wasn't from Evelon, that was for sure. And by the looks of him, he was weakened, if only slightly, by hunger. Perhaps he was the one that Cobra had been looking for!
Raising one eyebrow, Cobra came to a stop near the male.
"Hey...you're not from around here, are you?"{5}