It had only been a few weeks since he woke up from his long, long slumber. His memories of the time before he closed his eyes so many years ago were completely faded from his mind, making it impossible to remember much more than his name. He wasn't even exactly sure what he was to be honest. At first he thought he might be like all the others - walking sacks of meat and water, wandering through life at such a rush of a pace. But after a few days, it became apparent why he was different. He was significantly stronger for a start. They couldn't lift something larger than twice their size in most cases, whereas he could easily yank a car off the road while it was moving at full speed and throw it in the opposite direction. He could run rather fast, too. Jump over low-rise buildings and even catch projectiles that moved too quickly to see with the regular eye. Just what was he? Often, he was called a monster. The thought amused him greatly - what if he was merely a monster? Nothing special, just an abnormal creature born with destruction in mind. Hell, that sounded like fun! The only thing he didn't really understand about himself was where he got his energy from. He could eat anything and gain sustenance. Was he like everyone else after all? In the end, he honestly had no idea.
During his wanderings, it became apparent that he was no longer being left alone. People had started noticing him more and more often, soon followed by some other people who had weapons. Of course, they posed little threat to someone with the strength of a mammoth, speed of a super-car and the dexterity of the wind itself. But as the days progressed, they continued to chase him wherever he may go - coming in greater numbers and with better weapons. It was on a day like this that he ran into the her
Legs dangled up in the air, carefully balancing himself as he walked at her side - though he turned heads, as usual. Planting his gloved hands against the ground and continuing forward to his next step, passing over his second hand and then repeating the action. Humming to himself happily, he kept pace with her. Suddenly, he kicked his legs downwards and hoisted himself up, fluidly keeping up with her during the somersault and ending up walking backwards, just at her side. The wind tickled at the back of his neck, causing his dark scarlet locks of hair to whip about his face a little. Turning his large, blood-red hues towards the female - he grinned.
"You always look so gloomy, Sarah.
" he announced loudly - obviously lacking control of his own volume. He also knew this wasn't her name, but quickly forgot every time she reminded him, so he'd come out with some random woman's name. She'd have probably gotten used to it by now.
She didn't seem too pleased with his statement, so he shrugged either shoulder and turned around to face the direction they were headed. Why they were going this way he didn't know, nor did he much care - as long as there were interesting things along the way. Speaking of interesting things...
He suddenly disappeared from her side, now crouching just in front of a window that showed off a selection of foreign masks. Pressing his gloved palms against the cool glass, he hummed in awe - squeezing his cheek to the glass to try and get a better look. After a quick moment, he decided that he wanted to touch one. His hand shunted against the glass quickly, causing it to break into millions of shards that rained down over his head and all over the ground. Un-phased, he plucked a few of the masks from their stands and looked at them closely - though by now, the store owner had rushed out to see just what was going on. Finding a weird man sorting through his wares after breaking the glass was probably the last thing he expected but nonetheless, he wasn't about to let him get away with it.
"What the hell are you doing?!
" he barked, shoving a wrinkled hand against the male's shoulder before attempting to yank him back and away from his masks. Chris just glanced up at him with a rather puzzled expression. His body refused to move with such a small amount of strength - causing the store owner even further anger.
"Get up! I'm calling the police!
" he announced loudly, trying to pull him up again. The vampire cocked his head to one side, before shoving his palm against the man's chest - sending him catapulting back and rolling against the pavement, coming to a stop some 50 feet away.
" he laughed, returning his attention to the masks. Carefully, he fastened one to his head and picked up a few others, carrying them back to Rhiannon hurriedly.
"Madeline, look what I found!
" he grinned sheepishly, offering one to her.