He was laughing so hard.
He was an immortal, he would never age, never wither and die. He was forever young, forever beautiful.
This was brilliant.
He felt strangely powerful, and a hunger, a hunger stronger than anything he had ever felt before. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he was craving.
It was for Blood.
He could smell it, he could smell the humans, there scent was in the air.
He knew what he had to do.
He had to drink the blood of a human, strangely he was alright with that, in fact he was looking forward to it.
If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He decided to return to his place, things hadn’t been touched. Which wasn’t odd as no one knew where he lived.
He went to the wardrobe and picked out his best suit. If he was going to drink the blood of a beautiful young woman, he wanted to look good while doing it.
Then he spotted something, or rather he didn’t spot something.
He held the suit up against himself and looked in the mirror.
He had no reflection.
“What have I done?”