From the outside view of things, he was nothing but a man you would see everyday, but digging a bit deeper he had one ability that set him aside from the rest of the people. his mother was a monster, a blood monster that killed everytime the smallest urge of hunger was raised within her, his father was a man killed by his own mother, but he never met him. upon seeing the lack of vampire abilities in his son; he left the child in a foster home (at least thats what they started calling it in modern days, it was just an old house, an old women and too many kids) to grow up, what she did not know was the fact that he had earned the man's abiliy, and the mother's immortality.

Bilocation, the ability to be at two places at the same time. which one was real him? no one would understand. one could try to kill him just to realize the real one was somewhere far far away. upon reaching the age of 25, he stopped growing older. it was when the abilities started to show, and it was also around modern times when he decided robbing a few banks were fun,  well they were fun for a while before he grew tired. he looked normal, just a normal man with a large room of his art on the side of the town, pottery was a hobby that grew on him during the past centuries, but one more thing that grew on him and refused to slip away was the night life, the feeling of loud music that engulfed his sensitive ears and the smell of the expensive perfume to the cheap ones in every party he appeared to. two parties at one night at the same time; that was never going to be a problem.  he had been a night lifer even when the bars was of less clothes, secret whispers and wooden rooms.

But everyone have a fear.

He feared her, he feared the mother that held the hate of the man she had killed. it had been more than years where he had to run away from her and her sharp daggers which was pointed to his heart, but he knew it was only the matter of time where she would find him and attempt to kill him again, for now, he could drown in the poison of the smoke and the parties, and his own little lonliness along side the art he held.

 

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