Snippet #836664

Simon was lost.

He adjusted his glasses nervously. His eyes flickered around the street, which was rapidly growing darker. There were six streetlights, he noted, but only two were operational. A third was blinking on and off at random intervals, revealing for seconds at a time something that looked a lot like gang graffiti. The majority of the buildings were run down, but in this part of town, that didn't mean uninhabited. He edged a little closer to the road after he saw eyes glaring out at him from the closest building.

An hour ago, he had been on his way home from his last class of the day. A Vampire Pride parade happened to block his usual route home. He watched for a moment as the parade of dark umbrellas and well-concealed pale skin consumed the street before doing something completely out of character. He took the bus.

Needless to say, that was a bad idea. The bus itself was of dubious quality, everything covered in a layer of unremovable grime. He treaded carefully to the seat closest to the front, and sat down by the window. The man across the aisle from him had horns. Long before they reached his stop, he looked over at the horned man, and in return got to see the man's various rows of teeth and hungry looking eyes. He smiled back grudgingly. Simon got off at the next stop with as much dignity as he could muster, walked for the next ten minutes in the direction he hoped would lead him home, and declared himself lost.

Tonight was going to be awesome.