There they were: businessmen and -women starting the graveyard-shift, or leaving the one before it. They're just wasting their life working eight hours a day, every day, for years and years until they die. Such pathetic beings mortals are. Revolzin felt like setting some of them free, setting them off onto to a great journey into death, a journey he, himself, could never embark on. He wished he could ask one of them what happened when they died, but he could not. He always wondered what would have happened to him if the vampire that attacked him that fateful night hadn't made him what he is today, but, had killed him. He wondered how the world would now be different; he knew that he played a role in the Revolution, and he would like to think that it was a big role, and what if it wasn't? how many people would not be here? But that's all trivial.

The night was fairly warm for this time of the year, especially in Canada: about fifty-five degrees Farenheight. There was a slight wind blowing from the north-easterly direction. There was no moon out tonight, leaving the areas not covered by streetlights completely dark, at least to mortals.

He saw about two-hundred men and women coming out of the buildings, and about a hundred going in. The shift change. A time where food was plenty and no one really cared when they saw Revolzin attacking someone. He occasionally came here to feed, most of the time when he really didn't need to. Tonight he would probably just watch the mortals, but he might feed if he found one he really wanted. Maybe he'd even see another vampire. But who knows.

John stared at the Vampire from the shadpws, completely invisible. He thought the Immortal looked familiar. He just couldn't remember where he had seen the man, if he had been man when John had seen him. Then it came back to him. Revolzin was one of those who had aided the Sons of Liberty in the American Revolution, all those years ago. John had seen Revolzin several times in Boston, and had known he was not a mortal, from the way he stalked the streets at night.

Revolzin didn’t notice the vampire in his presence: he could not have possibly noticed the lack of blood with all of these mortals running about. They amused him; wasting their lives with meaningless tasks, and what do you get at the end of it? a pension? a gold watch? He had stopped wondering what made mortals do the things they do awhile ago. No matter how long you've lived, no matter how many things you've seen, the common mortal will always be an enigma worth solving. Well, sort of.

The luscious smell of blood overwhelmed him, as the last of the work force left. This city seemed to be filled to the brim with blood-filled mortals and blood-sucking vampires. A wonderful place to be.

(ooc: sorry for the short post)

John walked up to Revolzin and said "Hello, fellow immortal. You to are trying to understand humans and their pointless lives I see. Come, let us feed. We can talk more in our search. We can go to the School. Yes, I have a thirst for young blood."