A bit of history: This is for everyone, so you know how this happened.

Rand lived out the course of his normal life (the Wheel of Time series) and he died, as most people do with time. All of the other characters have lived out their lives as well. But now, Rand has been reincarnated into the modern era. Reincarnated as a vampire. Some of the characters who appear in this fic remember their past lives (in the normal series of books.) I'll more than likely bring other WoT characters back into this story, but expect them to be OOC. And now, without further ado... on to the fic!



Rand's black boots didn't make a sound as he walked down the sidewalks, heading to one of his favorite places to hunt. He smiled to himself as he thought of all the kills he had made there. "So many memories," he said softly.

His pale skin gleamed in the moonlight, just another sign of his perfection. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and held it between his lips. He stopped walking just long enough to light it and take a drag from it. He held the smoke in for a moment before releasing it in a cloud that stood out against the darkness.

He continued his solitary stroll to the club, almost wishing that he had someone walking with him. The small red glow from his cigarette was all that could be seen of him as he walked through the back alleys, following the pulsating sound of music that emanated from the nearby club.

He squinted for a moment as he came upon the club and his eyes were assaulted by the neon signs that adorned the front of the Crimson Tides. Rand took one last drag from his cancer stick and flicked it into the butt can with expert precision. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked into the club.

Bodies were everywhere, living ones as well as the undead. Any living person stupid enough to be at the Crimson Tides was asking to become a snack. Just the kind of snack that Rand was looking for. His keen grey eyes searched through the crowd of swaying bodies on the dance floor, looking for anyone he knew.

Not seeing anyone on the dance floor, he made his way over to the bar. It was self serve, and it never seemed to run out of liquor, no matter how many people visited it. It wasn't necessarily safe for a human to get a drink themselves; none of the liquid substances at the bar were harmful to a vampire, but downing a glass of cyanide wasn't healthy for a human.

Rand poured himself a vodka on the rocks and sat on the bar, observing and hunting. He took a small sip of his drink as his eyes searched the whole of the club, from the pool tables to the arcade machines in the corner. There she was... With a little smirk of satisfaction, he downed the rest of his drink and made his way through the sea of people towards her.

He tapped her shoulder and she gasped as she turned around. "Hello," he said simply, his sudden appearance no doubt scaring her senseless.