Quest for the Unwinable Prize
I'd like to thank Ash Night (if you remember this you likely know who you are) for this idea. It's ancient, but what the hell, might be fun. Haha! Pity the characters of Amelia Atwater-Rhodes who are at my mercy! By the way the characters of copyrights of Amelia and Random House, so please don't sue me! I know they're not mine!
It was a typical day in Las Noches nothing special or exciting had been going on. The beat of the music sounded more monotonous than ever and the flash of the strobe lights held none of their usual splendor. Lately this made unlife boring and Aubrey detested being bored. After three thousand years of unlife the fun and games was what kept him going. Damn, he thought to himself, even Greece was better than this modern era. They got to have mass orgies, or was that the Romans? Oh forget the technicalities. There must be something of interest somewhere!
The sun had long since risen and Jessica was already soundly asleep for the day. So he couldn't take her for some senseless torture of an unfortunate human who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was hours until the Spartans game later that evening( Sshhh…unbeknown to the vampire community, Aubrey is actually quite the fan of college football) so he decided oh what the hell he'd go to Ramsa see if anything was worth his time. It certainly had the last occasion he'd been there. Of course it wasn't a particularly large town, but his territory in New York was only entertaining for so long. The itch for something new drove the decision to visit a smaller residence.
Rising off the plain white couch of his home in New Mayhem (he had forgone his room behind the club once he had another to share space with), he moved over to a shelf where he kept his sunglasses. He knew it might draw attention, but his vampiric eyes were sensitive enough to the light he needed them. Direct sunlight to the eyes was never fun. Picking them up and placing them on he sorely wished his reflection still showed up in mirrors again. He desired to see how to see how he looked with such spiffy eyewear. Sure he knew he looked impeccable as always but that did little to curb the narcissistic streak in him. Plus the lenses were shiny. Everyone has to love shiny things. Why else had he kept a knife that could hurt him too around for so long?
Tossing those thoughts aside he willed himself to downtown Ramsa. He could have walked, but the woods still had more mosquitoes than the human population of the Untied States. He didn't need any immortal individuals of that species around. They were annoying enough as mortal bugs. He recalled many hours of itching from the vampiric mosquitoes in his early years as a vampire. That hell he did not wish to visit again. (It's know that mosquitoes, having tasted vampire blood are addicted to it and will follow around the original "donor" in most instances).
He appeared behind the building he recognized as the bookstore where Jessica had been giving Caryn a verbal lashing over the existence of vampires. Hmm, he pondered idly, this is as good a place as any to poke around. And it's been ages since I found a fictional book worth reading. He hardly considered half of what humans considered fiction fiction. Much of it he'd encountered himself at one point or another. He pushed open the glass doors to the bookshop hoping to find solace from his boredom in literature, or comic books. Whichever had better pictures to go along with the text.