Sirens wailed in the far distance, a sound that was heard so often it had become nothing more than a murmur in the back of everyone's thoughts. Even during the day, the sky was dark, a constant shadow looming over the city that had long stolen any memory of a blue sky. The only light given was from the glaring neon signs plastered against practically every building, the bright colors too harsh and offensive to give any actual warmth. They flickered in the reflection of the drenched streets and concrete sidewalks, pools of water building in the divots of the broken roads.

Not even the rain could cleanse the filth of the city, collections of trash piled up against the walls and littered across the ground. The falling water only added another layer of cold, unforgiving darkness.

If Sehun closed his eyes, he could still remember what the city used to look like. Before there were so many buildings, when the air wasn't nearly as suffocated with smoke and corruption. He should have left a long time ago, but it was so much easier to blend into a place like this. So much easier to find and kill his victims without getting caught.

Peering down at a dark alley, Sehun watched his prey from the vantage of the rooftop. A whole group of people, smoking and laughing together in the early hours of the morning. Sehun could last a long while on their blood.

Suddenly leaping off the roof, Sehun landed in the center of the group, kneeling down on the ground. They all backed away from Sehun for a moment, a little startled by his sudden appearance. Watching Sehun slowly stand, they stared at him in confusion, wondering where he came from. However, it didn't take long from them to realize that Sehun was no threat. Dressed in a nice coat, a dress shirt and leather gloves, he looked like someone who belonged in the wealthier part of town.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of the men asked, laughing a little as he took another swig off his cigarette.

Sehun didn't answer, simply staring back at the man with his cold, dead eyes. With a speed none of them could follow, Sehun's hand was soon grasping onto the man's neck, tightening his grip. Dropping his cigarette, the man began to gasp for air, grabbing onto Sehun's arms to try and pry him off.

The rest of the group quickly took action, shouting at Sehun as they withdrew their weapons, all of them carrying a short knife. Lunging towards him, one of the men stabbed Sehun in the back, the knife tearing his clothes and plunging deep into his flesh. But Sehun remained still, unaffected by the attack as he continued to squeeze the life out of his victim.

The other men's eyes grew wide in disbelief, only pausing for a moment before they began to assault Sehun with even more stabs of their knives, screaming louder in panic for their friend. Sehun continued to ignore them, until he finally let go of his hand, the man dropping to the ground, limp and lifeless. Turning to face the horrified faces of the other men, Sehun just stared back at them with his dark eyes.

A few of them dropped their knives, fear taking over them as they stood petrified under Sehun's gaze. They wanted to turn and run, but their bodies wouldn't obey them. They watched as Sehun began to come towards them, deciding which one to kill next.

It had been many centuries since vampires had actually bothered to suck the blood out of their victims, while they were still alive at least. It left too many clues. The bite marks on their necks, the memory the helpless victim still retained after the attack, the symptoms that would soon appear as they shifted into vampires as well.

Sehun and the other remaining vampires had no desire to turn people into a vampire like themselves. After all, it only created more competition. But more than that, it condemned people to their same miserable fate. Only the immortal from the past still lingered, long forgotten by the modern people and thought of as only a myth.

To avoid cursing humans, vampires killed them first before drinking any of their blood, considering a vampire bite no longer had the power to transform their victims after they were dead. Wanting to destroy any hints to the cause of their death, the corpses would then be mauled, removing the evidence of the bite mark.

However, there were occasions when vampires would lose control, when the sight of blood sent them into a thirsty rage they couldn't suppress. But even then, they were expected to avoid leaving behind any evidence. After sucking their victims dry, they were to promptly kill them, speeding up the process of turning them. Since only after the human's eventual death would the curse take effect, the strange and alarming symptoms of shifting present the entire time until their demise.

Sehun preferred to suffocate his prey, not wanting to waste a single drop of their blood. However, that was proving to be difficult at the moment. He could tell the men were getting impatient, that they would try and run soon. But Sehun wasn't about to let his prey get away.

Suddenly, one of the men volunteered himself as Sehun's next victim. With a loud shout, a man lunged towards him again, still wielding his knife. Halting the blade with his hand, Sehun stopped his attack, ripping it from his grasp.

Stabbing the man with his own knife, Sehun sighed at the waste of blood, watching him fall to the ground. Not wasting any time, he darted towards the remaining men, slashing at them as well. Thudding against the pavement, it wasn't long before all their lives were extinguished.

Sehun quickly kneeled down next to one of them, watching in disappointment as their blood spilled out onto the pavement. He needed to move fast if he wanted to collect as much as possible, suppressing his desire to suck it from their bodies.

When it came to this part of the procedure, Sehun's methods differed from the other vampires. Using a needle, he extracted many vials of blood to take with him. It was most certainly an odd state to find the dead bodies in, but the police never suspected vampirism. If any of them did, they would only be answered with laughter and ridicule.

Sehun would have preferred sustaining himself with animal blood rather than drinking from these disgusting humans, but it didn't carry the same effects. He always felt thirsty after, as if he hadn't drank anything at all. He needed human blood to properly revitalize him.

Tucking the vials away into his cloak, Sehun disappeared into the shadows, the clicking of his shoes the only sound in the now silent alley. Rain drenched the lifeless bodies of his victims, the light from the neon sign above flickering inconsistently on their shriveled corpses.

Removing the blood stained gloves from his hands, Sehun brought one of them to his mouth, giving it a small lick, thirsty to taste some fresh blood. Cringing slightly, Sehun spat the remaining flavor from his mouth. The people of this city really tasted awful, not that Sehun had ever had much better. Even in the past, it was a place filled with lowlifes, their flavor soiled with the foul substances they consumed. Especially the people that were easy to kill and liked to linger in dark places in the middle of the night.

Vanishing into thin air, Sehun traveled through the city before reappearing again in front of a small building. It was his home, an old house on the outskirts of town that had plenty of privacy. Although a home was hardly what Sehun considered it. To him, it was merely a place to sleep. A place to wait until the sun fell, until he needed to feast again.

Swinging open the door, Sehun stepped inside, quickly removing his coat. He walked over to the kitchen table, taking the vials of blood from his pockets to place on the surface. There was a large machine on the table as well, a complicated device Sehun had stolen from a hospital. It was a blood cleanser, able to purify any toxins tainting Sehun's samples.

In truth, none of the toxins in the blood could harm Sehun. Still, he had a refined taste for blood, and preferred to drink after it had been detoxified. Placing the vials inside the machine, Sehun attached empty bags to the receiving end, waiting for them to get filled.

Once it was finally finished, Sehun detached the bag, putting another on the machine. Holding the filled bag in both his hands, he quickly sank his fangs into it, anxious to feast. He drank until he felt blood rushing through his entire body, his cheeks flushing with color again, and his lips brimming with a pink hue. It would only last a short time after feasting, but for that fleeting day he looked like a normal person again.

It would be a while until Sehun needed to drink again, around a week probably. And he still had plenty more bags of blood. He could take it easy, not having to worry about finding another victim for a good month or so.

But time to relax wasn't something he really needed. He had already spent the countless years of his existence learning and practicing and enjoying the numerous pastimes the world had to offer. Hardly anything amused him anymore. Humans weren't meant to live this long, to pointlessly linger on for no real reason or purpose. Immortality was truly nothing more than a curse.

The only thing that brought Sehun joy was music. He had the skill to play many instruments, but there was one he favored above all the rest. Nothing else resonated so well with his feelings, was able to pour so much emotion into every note. The violin had been his only friend through the lonely centuries of his life, the only thing that was able to fill the emptiness.

Staring over at the small stringed instrument, Sehun contemplated playing it a little. He always felt a small rush to do something after drinking some blood, feeling more alive than usual. And more often than not, this meant practicing a session or two on his violin.

However, he never liked playing it in the confinements of his gloomy old home. It defeated the liberation he felt while playing the instrument. He preferred to play outdoors, despite the attention it sometimes gained him. There was nothing else like it, getting swept away in his music under the stars, playing until the sun eventually rose and it was time for him to disappear from the world again.

Looking out the window, Sehun detested the rain still pouring outside. He wouldn't be able to play in such bad weather. Reluctantly he decided to wait, perhaps tomorrow would be clear. Despite his surge of energy, Sehun laid down on his bed, unmotivated to do anything else. Listening to the rain, he stared up at his ceiling, waiting to see if it might stop soon.

Unfortunately it didn't stop, for days and days it relentlessly continued pouring outside. But Sehun wasn't about to resign himself to defeat. Just because it was raining in this miserable city, it didn't mean it was raining elsewhere as well.

Grabbing his violin, Sehun carefully packed it in it's case. He didn't care how far he would have to travel, he wanted to play it. Perhaps a trip away from this place is what he needed anyway. To take a break from the filth and crime of this horrible city and see the beauty of the world again.

He packed a bag of blood as well, since it was time for him to feast again. He wanted to drink it later, hoping the fresh air might improve the taste slightly. Even after being cleansed, it tasted bland, like food that had been over-processed and lost it's authentic and natural flavor.

Taking a trip on the train, Sehun stared out the window at the falling rain, deciding to get off wherever it wasn't pouring. He rode it for a long while, watching the tall buildings diminish into smaller homes, until at last he left the boundaries of his city. Trees eventually appeared, taking over a large amount of the landscape, the pollution long behind him and unable to suffocate this part of the land. Entering another small city, the buildings were modest in size, fitting harmoniously amongst the still abundant amount of nature. It looked like a quaint little place, never disturbed by things like vampires or frightening murders.

Almost immediately upon entering the city, Sehun watched as the rain outside slowly came to a halt. Sehun was pleased to see it stop, because he wanted to get off here anyway. Glancing up at the map, Sehun read the name of the city. Yeoleum.

It was still the middle of the night when Sehun stepped outside, the people of Yeoleum long asleep in their beds at this hour. The air was so fresh, Sehun quickly took a long breath of it. It had been a long time since he had inhaled such clean air.

Deciding to go somewhere private as not to disturb anyone with his playing, Sehun picked a nearby park. It was large, and had many paths through it to get to the various different areas, including playgrounds and water fountains. Walking through it slowly, Sehun appreciated the simple tranquility of the park, until he found a secluded spot that was far from anyone's ears.

Taking his violin out of it's case, Sehun carefully positioned the instrument on his shoulder. Closing his eyes, Sehun relaxed for a moment before he played the first note.

With each slide of his bow, Sehun fell further and further into the song, forgetting the world around him. Everything was slowly lost, including the place where he was standing, what time it was, and even his own self. His name, his memories, the feeling of his fingers as they pressed down on the strings. It was all erased. In a place like this, it was easy to obtain such a high level of peace.

He usually went on for hours this way, but something suddenly caught his attention. It was even able to snap him out of his trance. A strong scent in the air, an aroma like he had never smelled before. Stopping his hand, Sehun took a long whiff, absorbing as much of the aroma as possible. Exhaling slowly, Sehun felt euphoric, something about the smell so incredibly exhilarating.

It was the smell of blood, more tantalizing than Sehun had ever encountered. Whoever it belonged to, Sehun couldn't wait to devour them.