drabble...

I stood there in my black leather coat under the moonlight. I saw a shadow nearby. No. Not a shadow. A person. That person looked at me in a pitying look. He strode towards me and reached out his hand. That hand was a pale white under the moonlight.
"Come," he said.
"Come, and ye shall not be in more sorrow. Come, and ye shall not be in more pain. Come, and no more cain shall rise upon yer wake. Come, and let me be yer guardian, yer mentor and yer friend. Come, and let me guide ye."
I stared at that cold-looking hand. "Come here and let a friend see your face," I beckoned him. He came into the moonlight and faced me. He had dull, grey eyes, almost as if it was going to turn white anytime. His hair was tied in a neat manly sort of ponytail. A shiver went down my spine.

I know who he is.
He is Lord Vile, the Death-Bringer.

A/N :: Hi, this my first fanfic one-shot thingy. I'm not great with words, but I try my best.
Is the one in this shot Valkyrie? Is it?? Damn, I hate it when my mind goes dumb.
A friend of mine ( the one who wrote Rylacsia on deviantart.com ) said it's too vague. I'll do better next time, I assure you.
I hope.

The one in a creepy mood --) Ujin Maim