We are in London. The current London, of course. The modern city with traces of its time of glory back in the day. Modern London was thick with traffic on weekdays and weekends alike. There were people almost everywhere. The story about to be told takes place in a bar. Just a bar; not really a special one or anything, just one of the many in the large city. At the night in question, the bar was packed with people. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun, talking and drinking together. It was a blur of sensations; talking voices, the sounds of glass hitting glass as people toasted, the smell of alcohol and people, the dull sound of music in the background... all of it were intoxicating on its own, without having had any kind of alcohol. In the very corner of the bar sat a person alone, though. He was a handsome young man, maybe in the start of his 20s. He seemed to be deep in thought as he rotated the glass of whiskey in his hands, not making any move to drink it. After not long, a girl had sat beside him. He had been captivated from the first glance; her long, flowing locks of hair, and her bright eyes. He had gotten along with this girl; chatting with her like nothing was wrong in the world. Eventually, the girl had invited him home, unknowingly of what she was actually doing to herself with this very action. She hadn't known that the man she had brought home was a vampire. No one else than the vampire simply known as "Cecil". No one knew his last name, only this name was what was remembered by the victims. See, the victims usually survived, if only barely. But this night, Cecil had gotten out of hand. He had been intoxicated; by her smell, her face, her body. He hadn't thought it through. When he awoke from his daze, he had a woman's dead body in his arms. Back then, he had run away. He couldn't look back. Even after those hundreds, well, maybe even thousands, of years that he had lived, he hadn't done anything so reckless, not even when he was still "young". Now he had a dead woman on his conscience. After the incident, Cecil had locked himself in his home for a while, refusing to go out. He was thinking about what could be done and what would be safest to do. One day, he decided to get out again. His first stop was the graveyard, where he would visit his own, empty grave. That was the place he'd been reborn so many years ago. A smell had caught his nose, a smell awfully similar to the woman he had killed. He looked towards her grave and standing there was another woman. She looked a bit younger, though not much, and her hair and eye color were exactly the same. He guessed them to be sisters. For a while, he stood there, looking at her. She had been crying; crying over the loss of her sister. He finally realized the circumstances of what he had just done. Seeing as she didn't survive, she wouldn't return to her family members, ever again. And now he was here, watching her sister cry, without being able to tell how sorry he felt; he had finally come to terms with the fact that he'd remain nothing more than a monster. That time, he had turned around and walked away from the graveyard, going back to his mansion and willing himself to pass out at the floor in the entrance hall.