Albert laughed into the night as he flitted through the city stopping only a few moments before disappearing again. a few times he moved through privet clubs filled with other of the supernatural race. each time he stopped he greeted someone or left a kiss upon the cheek of another person. a few of them called after him deathday greetings. after stopping at most of the supernatural clubs he finely stopped in a tiny mortal club the sound of the music pushing on the body. its beat echoing the sound of the human hearts around him.

why had he thought to push the Grim Reaper. he wondered as he sat down next to a beautiful woman, she sighed and leaned into him. he seemed to take no notice of her as he leaned his head back against the wall of the coroner booth. his eyes scanning the dance floor and the club beyond for the Reaper. Was he wanting to walk into the sunrise so soon? no he was wanting something else he realized. he was looking for a challenge, some one that did not just fawn all over him the moment he appeared.

licking his lips he realized he still had the tasted of the Grim Reaper on them. He closed his eyes and sighed as he savored the flavor of him. What would he tasted like if he could fully feed... That way lies death. a small part of his mind screamed at him. his eyes flashed opened scanning again for anything that was a danger to him. how he wished that his sire was still alive, still here to give him advice.

"albert I will not always be here, if you have any questions then you should ask them now." his sires voice echoed from the past. he had not thought to ask about dangers to vampire other then a wooden stake and sun. the wood only a prison to hold them unmoving until the sun could destroy them. he wounded now it the weak sun could still do its job and cleans him from this earth as it had done to others of his kind.