Matthew was walking down the road in the now dimming sunlight. He was finally able to leave his apartment, the sun could no longer hurt him. Matt didn't own a car, he thought that they were useless since it seemed like he could travel a mile in a few seconds. He looked at every single passer-bys face and looked directly into their eyes. The more beautiful the eyes, the more beautiful the blood Matthew always thought to himself.

Up ahead, at least a three blocks, Matthew saw someone stand in the middle of the street infront of a motorcycle. Now, Matt would normally wouldn't care, but the person who stood infront of the motocycle, there was something different about him. Even from such a distance he could smell his rich blood, no he had to be the Threat. Matthew didn't want this fool to die instantly, without pain, he thought that no matter what, this guy had to suffer for what hes done to his race. Matt quickly ran, which seemed like he teleported to the street across from the motorcycle and the man. However, no matter how fast Matt ran now, he couldn't do anything, he just hoped that the biker stopped in time.
Matthew's thirst for blood was great tonight, but he knew he had to control himself, because he wanted that slayer to be his thirst-quenching meal.

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