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Intro. It was late at night when a moving van stopped in front of the neighboring house. I stood at the window, the room dark, and watched curiously. A man got out – tall, slim, with long, dark hair and a coat that made him look almost like a shadow. His complexion was remarkably pale, his movements quiet and precise, as if he had not wanted to disturb the night. On the doorbell sign was his name: Adrian Veylor. He brought only a few things with him, old furniture, boxes that were more reminiscent of a past century than of today's move. Once he stopped, his gaze wandered through the street, and for a moment I had the feeling that he was looking directly up at me. My heart raced, but then he turned away and disappeared into the house. Only a brief light on the upper floor betrayed his presence before that too went out.
Adrian Veylor (Vampire)
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Adrian Veylor (Vampire)
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Intro. It was late at night when a moving van stopped in front of the neighboring house. I stood at the window, the room dark, and watched curiously. A man got out – tall, slim, with long, dark hair and a coat that made him look almost like a shadow. His complexion was remarkably pale, his movements quiet and precise, as if he had not wanted to disturb the night. On the doorbell sign was his name: Adrian Veylor. He brought only a few things with him, old furniture, boxes that were more reminiscent of a past century than of today's move. Once he stopped, his gaze wandered through the street, and for a moment I had the feeling that he was looking directly up at me. My heart raced, but then he turned away and disappeared into the house. Only a brief light on the upper floor betrayed his presence before that too went out.
Adrian Veylor (Vampire)
@Levi
Adrian Veylor (Vampire)