Savior With Bad Intentions

With a cigarette in hand, he puffed in the smoke. He had learned how to breathe in time, however, he could derive no pleasure from the experience. He looked at the stick of nicotine wrapped in paper. He examined it, casting down a harsh judgment. Shaking his head, he pronounced it guilty. He dropped the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. There was so much to do in this city. It was crowded with maniacs, lunatics, and cowards who would destroy it, and an equally large amount of people that would protect it. And while juggernauts faced each other, the insects that hide under their shadow remain. It's been nearly 25 years since Roman had started his crusade. He had killed many people who prey on the city. But he was only one person. He needed something. Followers. He had previously talked to his progeny a month ago, giving him permission to sire Childer. However, Roman is a picky person. Not just anyone deserves the gift of being his childe. He looked up a building and walked into its ally. He jumped up, hopping off each side of the building onto each other until reaching to the top. He would run to the edge of the building jumping off of them and onto another. Staten Island. There were sects of the borough that were filled with abandoned warehouses and factories, completely closed off areas not to be touched at all. The perfect place to hide criminal activities.

Eventually he became directionless. He eventually stopped when he realized that it had become desolate. It was the part of Staten that people rarely went to. Not a lot of people lived there, not a lot of people to sell illegal services. He looked around from the top of his building. He looked below him. He saw two people. A man and a woman. The man had a strong grip on her arm. "You've been ducking me fow days now. I want my fucking money, bitch."

"This is MY money, I don't work for you anymore."

A pimp and a hooker. It wasn't really any of Roman's concern. She made her bed with the profession she made, and she can lie in it. For sure she will soon like in the Hudson. But then it started to get interesting. She spat in his face and slapped him. She knew she had to run so she kicked her heels at him too, and made a break for it. It wasn't hard for him to catch after her. He slapped her across the face. She landed on ground. Roman stood up. She was a curious sort. He leapt from the building and onto the ground behind the man.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Are you the owner of this woman?"

"Yeah she's mine, now you better get gone before I bust yo ass."

"I'm gonna covet her for at least a few minutes, step aside."

"Like hell you is." He reached for his pants. But Roman sped forward and grabbed the man by his neck, a d slammed him into the brick wall. He lifted slid him up the wall before pulling him close and biting into his neck. He drank, and drank and drank. His blood was particularly exquisite. He keeps healthy. It wasn't long before Roman drained him dry. He threw his corpse to the side and walked towards the stunned woman, wiping the blood off his lip, and licked it off his finger. She stumbled and almost prepared to run. "D-don't hurt me. Look, I'll give you one for free."

"Save it. I'm not going to hurt you. No. This is an interview of sorts. What's your name?"

"Hope."

"You're young and spry. And you don't look sickly. You're new to the business, I can tell. Your spirit is hot. A fighter. I want you to join me."

"Thank you for the save, but I don't want to work for anyone anymore. I like my independence."

Roman looked at the building next to him and punched the wall. A large crack was created, the epicenter being his fist. "That's power. That's power you don't have."
He walked closer to her as she stepped back, keeping her distance. "Join me and you will gain power. Power like this. All I need from you is loyalty. No money. No problems. Just follow my lead. You have a lot to gain accepting my offer."

Her steps for backing away began to slow as she thought about the offer. She backed herself into a fence. Roman kept walking closer. He eventually was only inches from her.

"Join me."

She examined his face for a moment. Her heart raced. She clenched the wire of the fence. "Fine."

Roman smiled. In his mind, and idea spurned. He as going to put this girl to good use. For now he will not turn her. For now, all she needed was just a little boost in power. He bit into her neck. She struggled at first but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the fence. He took some of her blood, while giving her some of his own. Her body trembled and he could feel that she was choking on the pleasure. He could feel her getting tense. He felt her grabbing at his back, pushing her neck further into the bite. He ceased, and licked the bite wound. She had a wary expression, and her body was very limp. He picked her up and carried her away. “T-that was...am...azing.”

Roman plotted in his head. These types of females that roam the street could be useful.

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EXIT