I’m glad you’ve taken a liking to it! I can only hope that the rest of what I lay out will be to your tastes as well. *whew!* Page two is now under renovation, so to speak, I am fairly comforable with the first half so far. And, thanks to your constant prodding, here it is:
An hour later and he found himself resting against the cool brick of a building where only moments before, a woman had declared her love to him. That woman was dead now, her lifeblood stolen in an exchange for passion which was as old as time itself. While he reminisced about the sound of her voice, the beat of her heart and the hot, ever so potent taste of blood, he stared up into a sky blotted with falling snow, feeling the large white flakes melt against his skin which was now flushed with renewed life. Gazing heavenwards into the storm above he felt slightly dizzy, the cascading whiteness creating the illusion of moving upwards into oblivion. He could have stayed in that position for hours, for his body was not human and prone to the inconveniences of stiff muscles. However, his keen ears caught the footsteps of a few people walking towards him and to avoid looking noticeable he dropped his gaze and began walking down the cracked, icy, sidewalk, away from the building and away from the corpse of the woman who in her last moments, believed she had finally found love.
He followed the sidewalk for some distance, walking out of the slums of the city and into the more maintained streets lit softly by street lamps along the way. The snow continued to fall around him, coating the roads and structures in a blanket of gentle silence. There was virtually no traffic or people at this time of night and the quiet satisfied him greatly. He continued walking, becoming almost hypnotized by the repetitive sounds of his feet crunching through snow and of the nearly inaudible sound of snowflakes hitting the ground around him of which he alone could hear. It seemed to him that he could continue walking this way for nearly and eternity, alone, and in silence, when his peace was suddenly shattered by the loud voice of a man across the street to his left followed by the sound of something large and heavy making a muted thud as it hit the snow coated pavement in the direction from which the voice had come from.