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Dark dreary mist began to form outside of a stained glass window pane, the symbol adorning it resembled that of a raven, spreading it's wings at awkward angles to portray it's dignity.
Night crawled onwards, as if an army soldier crawling for freedom at a moments stand still.
Ink stains gentle, slim, delicate fingers as they dip a pen in an ink well, bringing the nib then onto a piece of paper, roughed around the edges and slightly yellow in tint.
Words seemed to dance across the page as they closed through the writers mind, purple eyes widened, a stark contrast to deep, thick eye bags. Eyelashes fluttering wildly as scratching filled the air and stories were born.
Moments like these happened every so often towards the poet, who embraced them with cold skin as they came, and allowed creativity to flow through his mind, and out of the tips of his fingers.
Time began to slip, hours passing in fleeting moments that felt like the freezing chill of death coming onto your soul.
Poe finally ran out of ink, frowning as the stream of poetry halted to a complete stop.
A glance towards the clock told him it was currently 3AM. he nodded silently in satisfaction.
Standing up from his writing desk, he set aside his pencil and yawned, sharp fangs glinting in the soft light of a candle nearby.
Arms moved above his head, releasing cracks in a consistent rhythm down his body, the feeling most fulfilling indeed.
Oh, he supposed he had not eaten yet this evening, this would need to be remedied of course. Sadly, he would have to go out to complete this endeavor, which was slightly arduous.
Click, hiss.....
"Come along karl, it is time for us to eat."
Karl swiftly ran up, scampering up his long overcoat and onto his shoulder, where he perched comfortably with a affectionate lick to his sunken cheekbone.
Parted lips revealed steep fangs, ends spiked and sharp with threatening beauty.
Poe grabbed the door handle, other hand grabbing the candle holder, and exited the drafty room, shutting the door gently behind him before beginning to stride down the long hallway.
Heels clicked sharply against marble tiled flooring, the man towering somewhere above 6ft, a warm glow softening his sharp features just slightly.
Eventually, the poet approached the entrance, and softly exhaled as karl chittered almost silently, and he pushed open one of the grand doors, stepping out into the chilly night air.
Nighttime was a glorious, delicate, handcrafted masterpiece.
For in nighttime all thoughts molded anew, and darkness swallowed the light, allowing creatures of the shadows to roam endlessly across the planes and weathered streets of Yokohama.
A darkened figure like himself slipped easily into the alleyways and street corners, most especially late at night, or rather...so early in the morning.
Despite poe's best attempts, a small chuckle escaped his mouth at the thought, sound reverberating off of the walls on either side of him.
Supposedly, a man by the name of ranpo edogawa had made plans with the poet for an arrangement of sorts later in the afternoon, therefore poe figured it would be in his best interest to hurry so he could catch some sleep.
Slipping past containers filled with trash and animals alike, he happened upon an older female, she was seemingly berating a poor child for not cleaning a garment properly, why this had to happen so early in the morning was beyond poe.
Oh, how the poet longed to not have to sneak into the night to be able to survive, perhaps if he told ranpo...no, certainly not.
After all, surely the detective would view him as a freak of nature if he revealed that which he kept hidden?
Pushing this train of thought aside, karl hopped off of his shoulder and landed easily on the cracked pavement, quickly scampering towards the fighting person's.
Edgar watched silently, perched in darkness as karl distracted them, the lady screamed and stumbled backwards, and the child took off running.
Swiftly, poe lunged, coat whipping behind him in the soft wind.
Carefully, gently poe turned the women and tilted her chin away as he sunk his teeth deep into her neck, using a hand to cover her mouth so her high pitched screams remained muffled.
Sighing in relief, blood was quickly sucked through his fangs, and filled his stomach for the first time in months, finally, he pulled back and she fainted.
After assisting her in laying her gently down, he allowed karl onto his head and quietly walked back towards his mansion, yawning lightly as the first lights of dawn dared to break.
Deep, lavender hued eyes glanced above towards the starlight, the ambience giving him a glow almost ethereal as he carefully removed any trace of blood from across his lips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ About thirty minutes later ~~~~~~~~~~~
At long last the poet reached his grand front door, and gently pushed them open, the graceful creak rang throughout the long halls and tall walls of his magnificent home.
Carefully, he stepped inside. Careful to lock the many hinges before turning back around and allowing karl down onto his shoulder for more convenience.
".....come along karl, our slumber awaits us until morning dew has long been washed away by mother nature herself."
Stepping near silent, give the heels of his boots clicking against the floor, he ascended large staircases, hand feathering along the top of the rails provided.
Rather smoothly, he traversed yet another hallway before being met with a dark, think, shiny oak door. The handle made of expensive bronze or a metal similar, he couldn't quite remember.
Carefully he pushed it up and slid off his heeled boots, draping his cloak over his writing chair, and approaching the bed. Where he allowed karl down to the floor where he scratched his tiny paws against a small matt to clean them as he had been taught how to do.
Poe removed his tan blazer, and laid it across a small rack he kept inside his room for random things, lest he require the need of it.
To exhausted to muster any more energy, the poet promptly pulled back his sheets, and settled himself underneath, smiling as karl curled up beside his head.
"....goodnight karl, I shall see you later in the afternoon....."
And with those simple words, the poet drifted off into a quiet slumber as the sun broke against the horizon of daylight.