The gate creaked open as the male gently pushed on the metal, the gate was taller than him by two feet with pikes at the top. The gate was conected to a bar fence that stretched for miles. He lived here for years and knew every patch of grass, dirt spot, mold covered stone, and grave. He was everywhere, he tended to it. With a glance around he then vanished to come into the village, his body was hidden excelently in the shadows till he stepped out and began to walk down the streets. The town was quiet, it was a Saturday. He smiled and looked around, he missed being with the little girl who took care of him. That child didn't fin him scarry, she couldn't see him but she knew he was a Vampire. She still loved him, she was her angel even though he claimed he was a demon.<br/><br/>With a wide yawn he let his fangs extend out, unlike most Vampires he had four fangs. Two on the top and two on the bottom, the bottom ones were much smaller. His fangs were build like needles, he drank differently than them too. He never swallowed, he pulled it liek a syringe. Soon as someone saw his yawn they screamed and ran. With a nod the Vampire chased after them. Thing was he couldn't Turn the living, unless he injected a venom like a snake. That was a choice. He was inhuman, strong, immortal, ran faster than many, was a Daywalker, had a familiar, could cross water, and was immune to fire due to him being able to cast fire.<br/><br/>Chasing the Human was easy and soon he was infront of the young male, "Do not be shy. What doesn't die, lives to see another day." He then grabbed the male and clung to him. Opening his mouth wide he bit into the male on the neck, he began to drink. Slowly drink as he gaged how much he was taking. He wasn't too hungry but he was wanting to eat anyway. When he finished the male was let go. The young Human staggered off with a stumble, easily it was seen Remnant didn't hunt to kill. He licked his lips and smiled, "What a tasty snack. This old man wishes it was a bear though..."