Why he had left his home for a vacation was beyond him. Persephone, the only vassal he had personally made in the past decades, had insisted he get out and do something. Apparently he was wasting away just staying at home, in his ancestral castle in Transylvania. She had always been the one to push him to do new things, to try some of the modern inventions, if it hadn't been for her, he probably would have stagnated.

So, here he was in New York City, why he had come here, he had no idea. Perhaps it was the lure of the fact the city never slept. The nightlife was renowned around the world, and he knew there were many vampires who called it home.

Dorianus stalked down the street towards Time Square, the neon lights seemed to reflect off of his luminescent skin, but no one paid him any attention. His long legs lead him to a club that had been recommended to him by a fellow vampire, it was easy enough to slip in. The air was heavy with alcohol, sweat and desire, he could smell it all and his lips curled up. It was a hunters paradise.

Moving through the bodies of people, he found himself a place at the bar, ordering a drink, though he knew he would not be able to taste it. It was a formality, a way to pretend he was alive, to not raise any suspicion to himself. Those yellow eyes scanned the area around him, doing his best to tune out the music he found obnoxious.

Chattering caught his attention and his eyes turned to see a group of girls, around the age of twenty, watching him. They were all drinking and giggling to one another. He smirked at them, eyeing them up and down as he raised his glass. They may have been flirting, trying to get up the courage to talk to him, but he was sizing up one of them as his prey. He needed to eat of course.