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Grey bent over slightly as he tried to catch his breath. But of course he had no breath to catch. After all these years of knowing what he was the odd human echo appeared in his actions. This thought made him stop his night of running and he laid down on the roof top he had just jumped on. Grey was an old hand at this lifestyle, in the past he would go out in the mid of night to feast uncontrollably on whoever he could find. He used to keep record of how peoples reactions of him had changed through the centuries. A slightly stalker and a mass murderer of types. But after a great amount of time he learnt to control such impulses. Part of that control came from stealing from local blood banks and running out his frustration every night.

A familiar smell graze Grey’s nostrils. Blood, terror and death. Oh yes, it was a feeding. Suspecting a vampire near by Grey peers over the roof edge to see a woman hastily walking away from her victim. Her living victim. Grey calm himself as he realised she was like him, albeit much younger. How could he judge her? Back at that age Grey would of slaughter the poor bum. Grey fell into old habits as he began to stalk the young undead woman. He was surprise to see her enter a police station of all places. Guilty conscious leading you to report the crime. Or maybe you work there. How ironic if true. Grey thought to himself.