Mathias faked a smile as two fans walked in<span style="font-style: italic">'Wait weren't there suppose to be five...,'</span>he shook the idea off as Lolita and Anbose both disappeared to who knows where as he greeted their two fans and took them over with the other bands members and sat them down. He chatted with them and answered most of the questions they had about him or the band. He faked a laugh or two for the fans when they tried to crack a funny joke.<br/><br/>Thinking to himself while having a fake grin plastered on his face as a fangirl was babbling,<span style="font-style: italic">'Now I think I'll wait a while to feed. Only in the worst of times would I feed off of them... I  might catch their stupidity... if I did feed from them now that I think about it.'</span><br/><br/>The female fan who had been talking to him about something or other suddenly asked a question he was not at all ready to answer to anybody, "So, like, Mathias... is that eyepatch thingy like really sown on I mean like through your skin and stuff?" She reached out her hand like she was going to touch it to see for herself. Quickly faking a laugh and shaking his head as if laughing a child that had said something funny at the wrong time. He responded, "No, darling, my patch isn't sown on! It's just because I like wearing the thing really. It held on by that glue for makeup. After all that my eye underneath works just fine!" Of course that was all a lie. That eye hadn't worked in<span style="font-style: italic">years</span>! And of course<span style="font-weight: bold">he</span>had sown it on himself in the middle of a war. Now he was feeling restless. He wanted to leave.<br/><br/>Giving the now blushing fan-girl a mysterious smile, he turned to the rest of his band mates and said, "Hey, guys I'm heading in early tonight. Make sure to take<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>care of guests, 'K?"<br/><br/>Not waiting for answer he got up and left them all to their own devices. After all it's not like they know each other personally.<span style="font-style: italic">'We just work together.'</span>he thought some-what bitterly. He walked down the bus and came to his coffin like bed in the boy's section of the bus, faintly hearing Lolita singing from her bed in the girl's section of the bus. Reaching into his bag he took out a small bottle of pills and took two with a bag of blood,<span style="font-style: italic">'Like milk in a bag,'</span>he snickered at his joke. Slipping into his bed he closed his eyes waiting to drift off into a faint dreamless sleep.