There was no point in packing bags these days. Everything you needed could be acquired on the road. The one thing you always carried with you from place to place was your phone, your favourite perfume, and some family photos. You always felt the need to change your location. You were always paranoid that someone would discover what you were. Your final destination was the big city of New York where you hoped to stay a while in the anonymity of such a populated area.

You had just spent a few days in a small town and already you were getting scared by some of the looks you were getting. There were so few people that you had ended up feeding on almost everyone. Compulsion was effective to make them forget but you were never one hundred percent sure that it worked. You had avoided any trouble so far so perhaps being a little paranoid wasn't too bad.

You took one last look in your pockets, making sure all of your pictures were accounted for. There was the one of your mother when she was in her mid-twenties. She was posing over-dramatically for comedic effect. Then there was one of your father from when he was younger. His photographer friend in college had made him be her model for some of her projects. This one involved staring off in the distance on a cliff with the ocean laid out in front of him. The next was a picture of you and your parents from when you were a baby and they were still happy together. Finally, the last was a picture of you from when you were 21 years old. You believed it was the best picture of yourself; it was the one where you found yourself the most beautiful. You had kept the same long (y.h.c.) hair as in the photograph but your face now looked slightly more distinguished. Some of the fat in your cheeks had gone which emphasized your cheekbones more, you thought.

You looked yourself in the mirror then. You looked better now but something about your look was darker. You hadn't aged a day singe the age of 25 so the difference between you in the picture and you now was only 4 years but still your eyes reflected something entirely different than in that photograph. Perhaps it had been the constant travelling with no meaningful relationships with anyone for the last 10 years. It had been hard leaving your friends behind. You were never really that close with your family but still you had missed them over the years. Once you had found out that you had become a vampire there was no way that you could keep in touch with any of them. The blood lust was so powerful then. Even now, you found it so hard to control yourself.

You had never known the circumstances under which you were turned. You only remember waking up in the painful process of your transition. You had drained 7 people that day. After that, you had lost a part of yourself. Taking lives had changed you. You often had to remind yourself to care about humans; that you were once like them. Some days were harder than others. Being so detached from everyone around you made it hard to remember why you tried not to kill those who you fed on. Still, you tried. Moving around helped a lot which is why you had to move now. Smaller towns made it harder for you to resist killing for some reason.

So you exited the hotel room you had been staying in. You looked around in the parking lot for a car you liked. Not many people stayed here so there were only 5 cars. Most of which were probably employees'. You sighed at your options but settled on a yellow Suzuki Swift. When you wrenched the door open you were pleased to find a great looking leather jacket in your size. You put it on immediately. The jacket somehow made the car seem a bit better. The sun had set not too long ago so you knew you would have hours of darkness until you had to stop for a place to crash. Not being able to go out in the sun made it hard to get very far when traveling. You turned on the radio and cranked the volume up. Road trips were always great.