The drunk never saw it coming. Not from a person like Trey. He left the body where he finished, only rolling him part way behind some trash cans lining the alley. Trey couldn't do much more and even if he could, he wouldn't feel bothered to do it. Licking the last of the blood from his lips, he headed where he'd been before he got distracted--toward the water.

Rather than deal with the citizens of this place, he found an abandoned building to spend his days. He traveled with a few things and finished outfitting the new home with what money he did have. The shelves became lined in blankets and pillows, a thick sheet draped over to block out the rest of the light. It was a perfectly cozy little home to someone like him. No one bothered him and the darkness soothed him whenever he felt frayed.

Now, he crawled into the little space and tucked himself up into a ball. Yes, he liked this. Silence, solitude. Wasn't it good he got turned into a vampire? All the things he loved seemed to come with the territory. So long as he knew people moved around somewhere in the distance, like the docks that just barely brought noise to his ears, then he could feel at ease. Despite the sunrise still being hours off, he laid down for an early rest.