Looking down at his clothes, he realized he must look affright to passerby’s. Sure enough, as he looked around, many people eyed him back strangely. He chuckled at the minute issue, and began searching the crowds, more for his amusement then anything else.
It didn’t take long for him to find a young man of his height and body mass. He waited for the perfect moment, trailing not far behind him. As the man passed by a small dark inlet, the vampire side checked him, sending the young man toppling in to the darkness.
It was a swift, effortless kill and before long, he emerged, clad in blue jeans, black alligator boots and a heavy black jacket. To further improve his appearance, he set about to comb his hair with his fingers, releasing clumps of dirt that were ensnared in the tangled mess of his hair. After removing as much as possible, he went and found the nearest restroom and from there, washed his hair in the sink. Thickened, dark water rushed down the drain followed by small clumps of hair that were pulled out along with the grime. Finally, after cleaning it as thoroughly as possible, he dried his hair off the best he could and made his way out.
He spent the remainder of the night feeding off of helpless victims, regaining strength he had lost over the years. With each kill he appeared more and more human, until finally it was near impossible to tell a difference. The only characteristic that denied his humanity, were his eyes. As beautiful as they were, the lightening that flashed in them before each kill made them appear alien to say the least.
After nearly a whole night of feeding he finally headed towards the shore, clearing his thoughts and making sense of what had come to pass. No longer was he dead to the world, confined to a stone coffin. He had been granted the right to awake once more and roam the earth that was once his.
Perching himself atop a rock, smoothed to perfection by years of erosion, he relaxed, letting the ocean wind play with his hair. For nearly two century’s, he had been sentenced to an immortal life asleep and forgotten. Years and years ago, he had unrightfully tried to claim much of the mortal world for himself. In his selfishness he had ignored his own kind, leaving them starving and weak creatures. He had been their dark lord, turning the surface of the earth into a nightmare for both mortals and those of the eternal life. That was a time when everyone feared him. His powers alone could crush any army, not to mention he had thousands of willing followers. He had taken these gifts and abused them. It became so bad that literally his whole force turned on him. In his confusion he had allowed himself to be dethroned by them and judged before the Dark Gates of Hell. As punishment he was doomed to sleep forever. For some reason, the act had been broken. He was free once more.
Not without a downside however. Almost all of his powers had been lost. No longer could he control anything at will or summon mortals to him. Plus the world seemed to have forgotten his reign of terror. Nowhere had he found any record of his era. No, he had become the common vampire once more. Or had he?
Deep within himself he could feel the seed of his old evil, steeping in his blood and waiting for its chance to grow once more. He smiled to himself, welcoming the old feeling of evil within. Suddenly he stopped himself. He shuddered as the dreams of his sleep came back to him. Tortured were they, to the point that he had vowed never to defile what was not his again. He had not forgotten. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Not far away, a pair of shadows approached.