Mathias' eyes snapped open. He quickly pulled himself up into a sitting position and glanced around to figure out where he was. He was in his kitchen sitting at the table; where he had apparently fallen asleep; which could explain the somewhat aching feeling in his cheek. After calming down a bit, he let out a breathless chuckle which slowly faded into silence. The house was quiet; a bit too quiet, as if something was not right…
After a few minutes of consideration, the Dane slammed his hands on the surface of the table, pulled himself up, and started walking toward the bathroom. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Was he really that pale? He was quite pale anyway, but today he seemed to be even more pale than normal today; as if there was no life in him."What the…?" he mumbled, while lightly touching his cheek. It was ice cold. Perhaps he was getting sick. Something in his head, however, was telling him otherwise. In fact, it was as if his mind was gradually going blank. His blue eyes slowly began to grow darker and his entire body seemed to be frozen, like he had died on the spot. At that moment, the only movement was his reflection, watching itself become something it has never been before as a small smirk began to form on its lips.
Mathias gasped as he felt his legs give out underneath him. Luckily, he managed to grab onto the sink in front of him to keep himself from falling. Pulling himself up with a somewhat breathless pant, he glanced at his reflection again. Eyes wide and dark, he blinked a few times as his expression changed to a much darker, more fierce smirk. He gradually left the bathroom and walked out of his house; fists clenched and the smirk still remaining. Like a predator going out to get its prey, he was going out to kill his hunger…