Snippet #1745

Sermon walked the rainy streets of Dawn City. He noticed that it was a rather dark night. He remembered of times before this city, but now it was all he had. Here no one even gave him a second glance. Even if they don't know what he is they still fear for their lives. The death toll is so high that no one will risk a thing. And they think a criminal is their worst threat. Sermon kinda smiled at this fact. Soon he stood in front of a tall building.

He walked in without a worry. The man at the elevator quick pushed the buttons. The man knew who he was this was his building. The doors open and he strode in and the man quickly followed. "Top Floor," Sermon kinda grumbled in his deep voice.

"Of course sir!" The man exclaimed nervously. Sermon could definitely see that this was his city. He had the right people in the right places or he used fear on the "incorruptible."

He got off the elevator and walked through the only door in front of him which lead to two more. One had a crescent moon the other a full moon. He step through the crescent door and saw that other vampires were in this lounge sort of room. From sofas to beanbags and from bookshelves and pool tables this room had it all. It could easily fit 50 plus vampires. A few got quite or showed respect as he passed. If only he could say he respected them at all. When one of the their own might soon kill them to prove their strength and so forth to the next one. Maybe if one could actually kill more than just a couple or not die after he found something in them.

He walked trough this room to a hallway. Here were doors that had small rooms for vampires who couldn't manage on their own. He walked to the last room which had a giant window and a great view of the city. This room was a lot nicer then where he chooses to sleep. His coffin is in an abandoned building across town. He likes to live in despair. It takes him back to his old ways. He stared across Dawn City, but was thinking of some where else.