<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">After awhile of staring up at complete darkness which was the ceiling, Damien found himself roaming the halls of the Hotel, hands in the pockets of his studded leather jacket as the floorboards creaked slightly. Vampires didn’t require sleep after all, leaving him to wander the night.  The Hotel was only here to serve as his cover for the next few days, it wasn’t like he cared about anyone or anything for that matter. Only blood mattered, the ungodly thirst which crawled at his throat night after night, it taunted him, forcing him to let his demons out to play ruining any chance at finding the goodness in him. He chuckled at the thought, there was no good in him, there had never been any redeeming qualities in him. Soon Damien found his way outside, stepping into what looked like a garden behind the Hotel. The flowers didn’t bloom at night, only certain ones opened their petals at night. Not a sound greeted him as the vampire contained on his way, enjoying the silence. While he walked, Damien began to think of his next destination after things cooled down. Maybe he’d go back to his homeland or travel someplace new. Stopping he sat beside a stone gargoyle to stare up at the full moon. It was hard not to kill everyone here, because to him it would be fun. So Far Damien hasn’t bothered to interact with the other guests which suited him just fine. He’d problem just  kill them all if the right moment presented it’s self.<br/>
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