II. The Umbrella

He sat on the top of a building, watching from the shadows as humans rushed up and down the streets.

How pointless. Where are they going? Always rushing, always hurrying. For what? They never know. They just know to rush. They never appreciate.

The shadows and the cool rain hid him from the wandering eyes and the power of his mind hid him from the annoying searching eyes. He was safe from pester and unneeded noises.

After watching from above at he plastic flowers bobbing and blossoming at up and down the streets, he decided to join the earthlings and walk around. He was in no hurry. After all, he had plenty time to waste.

Gray rain was comforting, a melancholy comfort, and he liked it. He let the rain fall into his raven black hair, let the wetness and chill soak into his clothes on cling onto his skin, let the icy tears from the heavens wash down his face and his hands. Hands of sin. He did not mind; there was no harm in cleansing his damned soul once in a while.

Nimbly, he threaded through the crowds of human easily. Bored quickly, he decided to stop by a bookstore and maybe get a nice book to brood over for the rest of the afternoon. He was about to turn the corner when someone pocked him from behind.

Annoyed slightly at the disturbance of his solitude, he turned his head slightly and found a smiling couple looking at him.

"Kid, you need an umbrella?"

"No, thank you." He hated being called that. He was not a child. He certainly looked like one, but he was nowhere close to the innocent child who worried of nothing and knew nothing of pain and sorrow.

"But you're all wet!" The lady exclaimed and glanced around with a worried expression on her face.

He groaned inwardly; he knew what coming next. It always turned out like this.

The man frowned a bit and looked at the lady, then back at him again. "Did you lose your mommy?"

If he was not amidst two hundred and ten Homo sapiens, two killers, and thirty one vampires, he would have gladly torn the man and woman into pieces.

"No. Thank you for your concern."

"But what if you catch pneumonia?" The lady was filled with nothing but worry of a mother.

That would never happen in my life. He scorned in his mind, but answered politely anyway. "No, I will not."

"Are you sure you're not lost?" The man was unconvinced.

He really hated this conversation and was dying to end it right away. "No, I will be fine."

"But you looked lost. They way you wandered seemed as if you were looking for someone." Concerned, the lady inserted and held his black eyes.

He was taken aback and hesitated before answering, "No, I know my way around here. Thank you for your concern." Then, he turned his corner and walked down the street.

His mind was clinking furiously. How could a stranger, a couple, our of nowhere, see through him like that? Was he that simple? How could they tell? How did they see my loss? How?

He pondered and puzzled. He could not understand why two Homo sapiens, Homo sapiens and not vampires, could decipher him so easily when he understood nothing about himself?

Then, he realized.

He was alone and lonely.

He wanted. Wanted for the first time in so many centuries, really wanted, truly wanted, to be. To be someone. To have someone he could trust, to have someone talk to him about the most trivial things of life, to have someone be there for him when he needed it, to have someone to complain to him, to have someone who really cared.

He realized, for the first time, he was lonely.

Truly lonely.