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I'm waiting for my moment to come.
I'm waiting for the movie to begin.
I'm waiting for a revelation.
I'm waiting for someone to count me in.
It had only been a few hours since Keane had awaken in his abandoned apartment building. His hair was still a rat's nest on his head, platinum blonde spikes poking up everywhere. His eyes were narrowed and his hands were currently clamped over his ears as he trembled a bit. His senses were still a muck sometimes, even though it had been at least a year or two since his turning. If his 'clan' would see him this way, they would laugh at his weakness, thus why he slept in this run down building instead of their estate. He could hear his homeless neighbors below bickering over a can of food they found. He could hear people in the ally way near the building talking about tonight's gang raid and their plans on how to pull it off. He could hear things no ordinary person should hear. A small whimper escaped him as he tried to push his palms tighter onto his ears, although nothing he did blocked out the sound. Unfortunately, that wasn't all that was tormenting him. His new sight allowed him to see perfectly in the dark, even if it was pitch black as it was now. He could make out the rats that also called his place 'home' as if it were daylight and they were basking in the sun. His sense of smell was also heightened and one could only imagine how a place like this reeked. Picture that ten times worse. He could only pity canines now for their noses. No matter where he want or what he did, he simply could no find peace. But perhaps he was looking for peace in the wrong places.
Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he began to calm himself. He no longer needed to breath and he knew that, having been taught a few tricks, but old habits died hard and Keane still attempted to cling to what little humanity he had left. Indeed it had been at least a year since his loss of control and he had, disgustingly enough, hunted a few animals a few times, so maybe he could handle himself around people for awhile until he needed a real meal. A human meal. Inhaling deeply (in disgust) at the mere thought, the vampire prepared himself as he slowly and shakily got to his feet. His muscles were tense as he edged into his dark bathroom to fix himself up and change his clothes. He had to at least attempt to look normal even though he was anything but that. It only took a few combs of his fingers to settle his once messy hair, although it wasn't much better, only less spiky. He also managed to clean the grime off his face and body with the surprisingly semi-clean sink water. Next he changed into his only good pair of clothes he had left. A cream colored petticoat--which he buttoned all the way up--a maroon, sleeveless turtle neck shirt, and some black pants. Nothing too fancy, but he was comfortable none-the-less.
As prepared as he was going to get, Keane left the building through the window of his second story room, not daring to venture down stairs into the homeless territory where they would probably attack him for his clothes. It wasn't that he was worried about himself. He was more or less scared of hurting the humans. With the grace of a feline, the twenty year old landed on his feet and walked briskly away from the building as to not attract the group of gang members outside of the complex. That was one plus side he found while being a monster, he was a lot more elegant and stealthy, which helped keep him out of trouble. Inhaling deeply, he took in the night's fresh air, pleased with himself with getting this far. His pace was steady; not too fast, not too slow. He didn't want to appear to be acting funny in case someone tried to question him. He wasn't ready to get that close to a human yet in case it might set him off. Unfortunately, his precautions didn't pay off too well. As he rounded the block corner, he realized just how close he was to the heart of the city. He could hear tons of footfalls, even though it was night time, and the bustle of crowds of people. Truly, was this a test he wished to force himself to take? His fangs softly nibbled his lower lip as he paused to consider. It wasn't too late to retreat. He wouldn't hurt anyone if he just stayed inside. But then how would he ever find a cure to this madness if he just holed himself up? Steeling his nerves, he nodded to himself in determination and walked forward, emerging himself into the crowd. In an instant, his senses went haywire and the scent of all the humans around him was nearly too much. His mouth couldn't help but water and his body began to ache. This was too much all at once and it now became obvious that animals were just not enough. In a panic, he stumbled his way back out of the crowd and into another alleyway.
Well, that would teach him a well learned lesson. He stayed in that location for at least thirty minutes to regain his composure before he ventured out again, this time away from the center of the city. For hours he walked, his head up in the clouds as he dug up old memories. On the first night of the murders, he wanted nothing to do with this city. In fact, he all thought about was escaping it. This place had become his prison. His damnation. But for whatever reason, he always ended up back here; drawn to the same places he once went with her when he was still living. When things were normal. He hadn't heard the storm that was gathering in the sky or the rain that slowly began as a soft drizzle then swiftly changed into a downpour. It wasn't like he really cared anyway. Keane rarely took care of himself now-a-days. He hadn't realized where his feet were headed since he was just allowing his instincts to guide him and he was only pulled back from his memories when he recognized a very pissed off hiss. Upon his turning, he noticed felines had begun to hate him, becoming aggressive at the very scent of him. This young tom cat was no different. As soon as Keane showed no signs of fear, the feline scampered off in a frenzy, only to run straight into a trash can, knocking the contents over onto itself, trapping the poor animal beneath it. At first, Keane didn't know what to make of it and before he got to move, at motion in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was the flickering of curtains the a nearby window. Was someone away in the quiet neighborhood at this hour? He didn't have time to think because before he knew it, a girl was out in this weather trying to help the very kitten that he had accidentally frightened.
Frozen in his spot, he wasn't sure whether he should take off now or remain still, but as soon as he spotted the female having issues with the trash--being that her hands were full--he knew he had has moment to take off before he did something he'd regret. Slowly, he ventured a few steps backwards, following his path that he had just come from before he took off in an inhuman sprint. Without much thought of where he was headed, he once again found himself in the back alleys of the city where he paused to catch his breath. Soon he would need to find something to eat and he wasn't sure if hunting any animals would spare him the hunger cramps this time.
OOC || Sorry for the length.
Because now I only see my dreams in everything I touch;
Feel their cold hands on everything that I love.
Cold like some magnificent skyline;
Out of my reach but always in my eye line.
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