Varten just threw the fliers down on his porch on a whim. He decided that they weren't even worth cleaning up. A breeze blew by stirring his long red coat, the last present that he ever got from his mother, and taking the fliers to the air. The young vampire watched as they danced on the breeze before they were too far out of sight. A sudden sense of dread filled him, as he had never purposefully littered since he was a human child.

Squashing the feeling he walked in his front door. He sighed as he stared down the entryway at all the fantastic decorations that he so painstakingly put up. Finally Varten climbed the stairs to his room, to take a shower. He felt that he stunk even though it was far too cold out to have worked up a sweat. By the time he was out of the shower, he felt much better and too awake to rest.