Misery loves company

[alex]

Alex’s footsteps echoed through the empty street, somewhere in the suburbs of London. She was walking on the sideway, slowly, calmly. She was dressed in simple, tight black clothes. She perfectly matched in her surrounding. Her dark hair danced around her shoulders with each step she took. Her gaze was fixed on the dark sky above as she was busy with ordering her mind. It was around midnight, and all inhabitants of the houses around were fast asleep. The only source of light were the crescent moon and stars.

She had nothing to fear.
She knew she could kick most people’s butt (especially with her new vampire strength).
She wasn’t scared quickly, and she’s never been. However, a few years ago taking a midnight walk hadn’t seemed that appealing to her. There were maniacs, and maybe even creatures of which she’d never dared to think. Now, she was one of the ones that were doomed to live in the dark herself. And she hated it.

She had nothing to lose. Not anymore.
Leaving her family was the toughest and best thing she’d ever done. But now, she had nothing and no one left. Friends? She had none anymore. Still, she knew she made the right decision by leaving them all, no matter how much it hurt. They wouldn’t have possibly understood her situation.

A sigh escaped her lips and she bit her lower lip, slightly annoyed. Maybe she could start all over again. Roaming the city like she’d done the past 5 years was useless and no fun at all. She had to meet people of her blood-sucking kind, or some humans that could understand. She knew a bit more of this loneliness would drive her insane.
She kicked away an empty coca-cola bottle that was in her way. It flew up high and landed about 20 metres in front of her. That was the only good thing about being a vampire she knew. The strength and speed were fun to abuse.

She suddenly stopped walking, for no particular reason. The street lantern in front of her spread it’s light and she stared directly at it, blindening herself. It was the closest thing to the sun she’d see. She sighed again, and kept thinking about how miserable she was.

[veris]

Veris sighed, tilting his own face towards the clouded sky. Nearly a thousand years and he had yet to find himself anyone or anything to understand his views on immortality. Humans thought it romantic, other immortals younger than himself thought it a wonderous thing. They hadn't ever flet the pain of watching someone they love age and die without knowing they themself had remained the same. It still hurt to think about it, even after all these years. Oh well, no use worrying about old wounds and what couldn't be changed.

An empty bottle skittered past him throught the darkness, mildly curious, he picked it up and turned it over in his hands. Even these had changed, he remembered when they were made of glass and contained some now illegal drug. Amusing how human ways changed really, he remembered when women didn't wear pants and didn't work outside the home. That was one of the changed he acutally agreed with, women were far more clever than others sometimes.

Looking up, he noticed the figure beneath the lampost. She looked lonely, possibly confused, but clearly lonely. Maybe he'd find some distraction in coversation with her, maybe she'd aggravate him enough to remind him why he disliked talking with people.

Walking towards her, he refrained from putting his hands in his pocket. He'd rather not be accused of hiding a weapon on his person. "A bit of a lonely night for staring at a street light, isn't it?" he asked, once he was bathed in the amber glow. Admittedly, it was a rather bad light for him; his already pale skin turning a rather sickening yellow.