To say it was a dark and stormy night would be an overstatement. The streets were lit with the last light of a dusky sky, and rain was merely mist that moved with the cold breeze.
People who lived in these parts didn't care for this mild setback of a perfect evening, they milled through on the sidewalks, enjoying their lives of normality.
Within the shadows stood a man, noticed by those who passed him, though they paid him no heed. He, however, watched them, walking through their motions of everyday life.
He didn't only watch them, he could smell and taste them in the air, and the mass of it all kept him sane. That there were flavours out there he'd never had and would continue to develop as his eternal life went on.
As a vampire, he'd have to keep up the variety.
Ianto inhaled, then exhaled the aromas around him, not only from the people but also the buildings. The fish from a shop down the street, the garbage in the alleyway two blocks down, and the flowers on display across the street.
He knew he would never take blood from a living person, but he was still a young vampire'. Only a child in his... peoples terms. Though, being one for only a year would have that effect.
Opening his eyes, which he hadn't realised he'd closed, Ianto looked down the street, his vision sharp as he saw the water tower in the Plass. Walking across the area was the man he hated, loved, and wanted to kill.
Captain Jack Harkness.