Dagger was a roamer or a wonderer as most people called it, he didn't like to stay in one place to long, becuase there would be too many complecations. He had just arrived in this town, about an hour ago, the only reason he was walking around in the dense fog that began to form is so that he could get his surroundings. The only reason there would be too many complecations if he stayed in one place becuase there was two reasons why. Reason 1. He was vampire-which most<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>hated. And Reason 2. He was a geneticly altered one, experimented on by his own kind, so they they could get rid of all the inherited weakness- his<span style="font-style: italic">own</span>kind hated him for this and sot to destroy him. He had been walking for who knows how long.<span style="font-style: italic">This fog is drivin' me nuts, if someone tried to attack or kill me, I wouldn't see it comin'</span>He thinks as he continues to walk. That was the only thing about the fog that bothered him, other than that he didn't mind it. He too could hear the ringing of the church bell.<span style="font-style: italic">Pathetic humans and their so-called "God"</span>he thinks as he rolls his eyes. He stops, sensing something or someone was near. Then a scent, that was flowing in the wind, caught his attention.<span style="font-style: italic">Really? A werewolf? Great! Just what I need right now.</span>he thinks.