It was cold, dark and very quiet. There were no birds to be heard chirping, no crickets clicking away into the night. There was just the sound of the soft wind rustling against the green leaves, that looked black in the darkness. Dead leaves crunched underfoot, as Krov wandered through the apparent sanctuary. He could see no other vampires, or even regular dirty humans for that matter. What if the black swords had struck here already, and he was too late? He didn't want to keep moving. He wanted to settle down somewhere.

This place reminded Krov of the Siberian village he had lived in and fed off for many years. It felt almost colder though. He pulled his fur coat closer to him, and pulled up the hood over his cold neck. Was there anywhere to feed here? If not, he would have to go, vampires or not. He hoped that the vampires that lived here, if any, were elders. Not arrogant children who had never felt pain once in their short lives. 

Some of the buildings were ruined, and this reminded Krov of one of his war-time missions through an abandoned village. In this village, dead bodies had littered the floor. Blood had been splattered everywhere, and faint moans of the wounded echoed around the village. He asked his comrades to find the source of the moaning, to help them. But they ignored him. Then a child had rushed out of a door. The captain of the troop, in shock, had shot the child down. This was all before Krov became a vampire, and that incident may have given him his hate for humanity.

A rat scurried across the stone path. Krov would have captured and ate the rat, but he was quite nervous. He had gained a reputation among the black swords, he was sure of that. What if they were waiting to make an ambush? To finish what they failed those years ago. It was fun, killing worthless humans, and turning those who were worthier than the others into vampires as well. He remembered how he had been feasting off a sleeping child in a hotel room, when the black swords burst in. He had garlic thrown at him, and silver katanas slashed, but he managed to avoid them and leap out of the window, turning into a bat and flying off into the night.

Krov was bored of wallowing in the past. He stopped, and yelled into the night (in his thick Russian accent) "Is anybody else here?!".