Rome, 500 BC. That's when he was born. Who? His name has since long been forgotten, not even he himself knows anymore what he was named. Antonio, Marcus, Julius, Alexander, Lucius, Caius. All names that he has used as his own, not even certain if he ever was named any of them. That's now a time he has long forgotten, only books can remind him. After 2500 years alive his mind had stopped showing him memories of the past. He couldn't even remember the people he once loved. Yes, there was a maiden that once stole his heart, but now she were only a fog in his mind. Marcus sighted. That was the name he had for now, Marcus. Just for a while though, he would soon travel to Italy and then his name would be changed to Antonio. Different names for different countries. He was always on the move, never stayed in one place too long. He couldn't let people get too suspicious after all. Anyone would get suspicious if they were with someone that never aged. The sun were on its way down, Marcus were lying on a roof watching the sunset. He almost felt like laughing, but even if he did there would be no feeling in it. Those human feelings he had searched after for so long, they were all gone now. He didn't desire them anymore. Living an eternity with those pitiful thoughts would only destroy him. But still some feelings remained. Loneliness. Why did he feel so lonely? For a thousand years he had tried to find a fitting partner to travel with, but none had caught his eye. None other vampire had been able to make him interested either. The ancient had many times shown concern for him during history, and tried to help him finding a fitting partner, but none were able to give him what he wanted. The ancient, vampires even older than him. How were they even able to bear it? The burden of that age. None knew how old they were, but they had existed already when he had been turned. They were the law. The sun were hurting his eyes, a vampire may not burn in sunlight but they were night creatures and had a hard time in the daylight. But soon the sun would be down and it wouldn't be a problem before the next day. What would he do until then? Walk aimlessly? Eat? That was the only thing he did now a days. He had given up a long time ago. There was nothing more to live for. Suddenly he could feel the scent of blood. He had noticed it many times before and it had actually made him quite curious. He looked down from the building, a normal human wouldn't have been able to see that far, but he weren't a normal human. He saw a man. He had seen that man many times but that man had never seen him. Why did he get curious about that man? Maybe he were the one that should become his partner to cure his boredom.