Eli hated these white walls. He hated the color white in general. There was too much of it here. He had only been here for a year but he had quickly come to hate this place. He was treated the worst. Many concidered him dangerous and stayed well away. Which was fine with him. He was a vampire, has been for one hundred and three years. He sighed as he sat in the lunch room, all of the other patience avoiding him as usual. He really was a vampire though, though no one believed him to be. A year ago it was when he had fed off of someone and they had escaped from him, crying bloody murder and calling up the local nut house. He had tried to escaped but didn't get away quick enough. He had yet to bite someone here to feed from them, but he felt he would soon if he stayed here much longer. He sighed as he stared glumly at his tray of food that he never ate.