Role

Chapter 4

Well there goes Mr Idiot, proudly displaying the puncture wounds on his
neck, he freely offered his neck to a Vampire. When I showed my distaste
they simply struck back.

"Yes I let a Vampire bite me so what? I can take it, think that weedy
little bite is going to do much to me? Tell you this tho for a time that
was the nastiest damn Vampire I have seen my blood coursing through it.
Killing things with a single blow it was. Mean bastard!"

With that he reached a hand up to his still weeping wound shrugged a little
"So I'm still bleeding a bit, still strong as shite I am nothing gunna hold
me back!"

It was here that things started to link together somewhat more, every action
he takes is one of him either:
- beating his chest so he can proclaim how great he is
- manipluating others regardless of standing
- brushing things aside with a terrible terrible joke
I cannot help but have a feeling of remourse as I truely believe he will never
know much in the way of friendship, each that crosses his path simply pushed
underhim as a means for a stairway to a higher point.