I walk.

People flow around me as if I am not there, which for them, I am not. Their heartbeats, their breaths, the sounds of their humanity-their mortality- press in on me. One girl looks up as we pass. Her eyes widen as she sees me, what I am. I catch her eyes, say one word: Forget. Her eyes glaze slightly and she moves on, forgetting her encounter with a Childe of the Night. Perhaps I shouldn't have sent her off so soon. The Hunger pulses within me. But no, I fed yesterday. No need to be greedy, it is dangerous. And still I walk, the crown through which I pass unknowing of what walks through their midst. Vampyre.

I walk.