Sitting at a park bench some where in some country Vlad rubbed his arms as though cold trembling. Of course warmth wasn’t a necessity. After another nightmare home alone he went berserk flying to keep his mind off of the hunger that came after. He didn’t check any police reports, didn’t know who to feed from. Who deserved to die, who deserved the pain they suffered onto others in gruesome manners. Red eyes roaming the park he searched for any animal in the area. Anything.