This is just a small taster... Hopefully start writing it properly tomorrow! :)
The French man began to walk down the deserted street, playing with the ring upon his third finger. He knew that if he took it off, life as he knew it would be over! But the real question; would that really be so bad? His life; would you call it a life? His existence was mundane and somewhat meaningless. Nothing satisfied his thirst for life; not girls, not work, not violence, not even blood. He wanted something more! But to work out what MORE was, he'd have to go back, trace his steps, work out exactly what was missing in his life.