(http://elliquiy.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10274/shaun.jpg)<br/><br/>John crouched, sitting at the rooftop looking down on the square far below. The rain was pouring but it didn’t bother the old vampire a bit as you could always get dry again and since cold wasn’t a problem who cared about some water. The square was packed with people and he could easily pick their facial features from here. He liked sitting like this, just watching the mortals going on their business made him almost remember when he was just like them; ignorant, unaware, innocent. He had lost his innocent a long time ago and now days he was beginning to have problem to remember what it was to be human. His sire warned him about that but John didn’t care anymore. He was a vampire, one of the supernatural and was above humans on the food chain. How could a memory of himself as one of<em>them</em>be important? His sire hadn’t answered on that one, just told him that if John knew what it was to be human he could answer that question himself. John frowned… the old fart; he always answered one of his questions either with a question back or some kind enigma. John hated that.<br/>The rain stopped pouring and John stood up, even if he knew he could stay up here for the rest of the night. He had to hunt too. Finding a deserted spot in the ally he had climbed up from he jumped of the building and fell, landing like a cat. He stood up and walked out the ally… now to find himself a late supper.<br/>