Threads of gray swirling swirling inside....a fog of blood surrounds the gray....darkening and darkening....drilling into the earth....carving an abyss into nothingness....a slip....a fall....life's end....and life's beginning.

William snapped awake and furrowed his brow. That was odd. He hadn't dreamed in a while. It was unnerving to say the least. Why now" Why here" Perhaps he felt comfortable here. Afterall, he had once lived here longer than any single place he could remember. He shrugged it off and slipped out the back door into he alley.

Rats skittered about the long hard shadows. Their claws tapped out an unnerving melody on the cobblestone and he wanted to just end them. They were simpletons, he could just will them to death, just that simple. Bah! It wasn't even worth his time.

He turned a corner into another dark alley. The houses were a bit taller there and it shield the alley from the moon's glow. Commercial" Rich people" He snorted at both thoughts. Outside it was alien to him, an ever changing landscape much like the last ten years or so of his life.

The woman he once called his wife would recognize him, he hadn't aged but a year, his Kind's curse. Would he recognize her" Their daughter" It wasn't until his cane got stuck between some stones had he realized he was jamming the cane into the stones, not just merely strolling along. Dark thoughts will lead one astray - he had always lead others astray.

He disappeared into the night in search of a place to lay his head. Eventually his sentries would find him. No doubt they already knew he was gone and were just affording him some time alone. He had missed the Pack.