When he finally writhed his way free of the grave, he fell to the earth in a heap, groaning in pain and confusion. The lingering burns from the spell and the silver still filled him with agony. The night was dark. Very dark. He could feel that the sun would not be rising any time soon. His clothing was decayed, hanging from his form in rags.<br/><br/>It would not do to go walking through town looking this way, but he simply had no choice. Pushing up to his knees by bracing his palms on the dirt, he looked around. In the blackness, he could see perfectly. The iron fence stretched around the entire graveyard. He could see only one exit-- the gate. Staggering to his feet, he began to stumble his way toward it, when suddenly a strange noise, similar to the roar of an animal, yet different, struck his sensitive ears. At the same time, a bright light passed by the gate, speeding along the fence at an alarming rate. It had to have been lanterns on a carriage, but what manner of beast would produce such a roar, and yet be trustworthy enough to pull a carriage? Wary, he made his way to the gate for a better look. After all, what beast could best a vampire, even one as weakened as he?<br/><br/>It was only then that he noticed the alluring scent of blood hanging around him. It was on his clothes. Picking up the shreds of the linen shirt in which he'd been buried, he sniffed it. Blood clung to the shirt, three days dried and yet still potent. The scent was incredible. Intoxicating. He inhaled it deeply, then sighed. He had to find this person. Whoever had left this blood on his clothing had to have been the one to remove the charm.<br/><br/>Another carriage, pulled by the same roaring beast he could not see, passed by. The carriage was strange indeed. Short, small, and dangerously fast as it passed him by. The road on which it traveled struck him as well. the cobblestones were so small and neatly laid he could not see them. A marvel!<br/><br/>He passed through the gap in the slightly open gate, avoiding touching the iron, then moved down the lane. Somehow, the signs on the businesses he saw were lit with a fire he could not understand. The businesses seemed vacant, closed for the night. Further up the hill, he could make out in the darkness a residential stretch. Where there were homes, there would be the necessities he needed.<br/><br/>Moving slightly easier now, he made his way up the hill, slowly working the stiffness from his limbs. It was lucky he did not encounter humans in his walk, as he might not have been able to show restraint in his weakened condition.