Willy Wonkers couldn't believe all this; he vaguely had the sense that he didn't go anywhere in his old life except to the fridge for a snack or a coke. He much less expected to be traveling across the world using... questionable... methods, and find himself on the doorstep of the first of his kind- for he was no longer human. This brought some mixed emotions, of course, since he felt as if he were rather content before, if lonely and desperate for a friend, but now he had several that were more or less his age- and they were all rather... ah, acceptably pretty. To say the least. 

Beyond that, no one had really seemed to talk much; each of the fledgelings had seemed more absorbed in trying to decode various impressions from their past, or at least, he assumed so. That's what he had been doing, between stops where he enthusiastically found snacks of all flavors. Much to his chagrin, he had also found a rather large, fleshy snack that had left him quite sated, but feeling horribly conflicted. He eventually solved the dilemma by pointing out to himself that Americans were horribly racist and there were too many humans in the world anyways- and they'll all die anyways, so why not help an immortal being along the way?

That didn't sate his emotions nearly as well as fresh blood did his thirst. 

At the very least, he had done it in the middle of the night during a stop, away from everyone else. At least they hadn't all piled on the poor soul like a bunch of zombies hungering for fresh meat...which hit closer to home than Will first realized.

But now they were there, and he, being enthusiastically paranoid, kept glancing everywhere, clearly expected something to happen. He wasn't narrowminded by nature, and books that he couldn't remember taught him many things- and one person seemed to be staring, though he never actually straight-up caught him. Besides the nibbling persistent suspicion that he was being watched, he went on exploring the little stalls hopeful vendors had set up in the hopes of selling. Even though mortal food was no longer required, Will still ate as much chips, chocolate, Dippin' Dots, pastries, and meats that he could get his hands on. He had a particular liking of sourdough bread- going so far as to buying a loaf of it, and just munching on it, occasionally offering to his unwilling vampire fledglings. He was a [i]vampire[/i]- and he was pretty sure that the metabolism was really upped to the point of food having little to no effect.

But it kept tasting so good to him. His appetite was endless. The only one to be able to eat the massive burrito and get it free, precisely because it was so big that the owner let people have it for free if it was finished in one sitting.