Sevrin flew to the capsule house where he started. He touched down and cut through the night with his preternatural eyes. He found the door ajar, and a short man walking out of it. He walked up to the man. "Excuse me."

The man jumped up, and spun around. Sevrin frowned. "I apologize; I didn't mean to startle you."

The man nodded. "It's alright," he said, looking back to the door.

Sevrin noticed his eyes. "Is there something wrong?"

The man nodded. "I thought I locked this door this morning…I must not have…" Sevrin made a brief scan of his mind and found him to be the Realtor friend of Hercule.

Sevrin smiled. "I've heard that this house is for sale, is that true?"

The man nodded. "It is indeed. I'm Zugo."

Sevrin nodded. "Ah, yes. Aren't you a friend of Hercule?"

Zugo smiled. "Yes I am," he said. He took a closer at him. "Oh! You're the stranger I saw on TV!"

Sevrin nodded. "Yes sir," he said, "I couldn't allow Videl to face those men alone."

Zugo shook his hand. "It's a pleasure sir. If I could I'd give you this house! But the world runs on Zenni I'm afraid."

Sevrin nodded. "How much is this house going for?"

Zugo smiled. "Three Thousand Zeni. But, since you did save Videl and helped our city I think I can give you a discount. Two thousdand Zenni."

Sevrin nodded. "That sounds like a bargain. I have that in cash, if you can take it."

Zugo nodded. "Good. We can work up the paperwork in the morning."

Sevrin nodded. "That sounds good to me." Zugo pocketed the money and fished the key out of his pocket.

"Here you are," he said, "What time tomorrow morning?"

Sevrin mulled it over. "How about Ten?"

Zugo pulled out his phone and marked it down. "Good, I'll bring the paperwork in the morning. Have a good night."

Sevrin nodded. "And you the same."

Zugo nodded and moved down the street to his home. Sevrin walked into his new home. He closed the door and cracked his neck. His thought went to Gohan. I know he was holding back, but so was I. He's a good fighter, but he's not great. There was still hesitation in his eyes, almost like he was too afraid to fight. I wonder how long it's been since he's been in combat. He still seems timid.

Sevrin shook his head. He looked around at the empty walls and frowned. This place is empty…I need to make this place more like home. He ran the memories through his head. He focused on Cell's memories and found the creation of the Cell Games Arena. He was amazed that Cell was able to create something out of nothing. He could see that Cell just focused his 'Perfect' mind on the task at hand and the arena was made. He ran his hands through his hair and focused. "Okay Sevrin…think…Focus…"

He closed his eyes and focused on his smart phone with all his music and pictures of his family. The phone appeared in his hands and he smiled. He turned it on and was elated to find all the pictures and music was still on there. He found the picture of his son, Adrian. He smiled. You're a chip off the old block, Adrian. He scrolled through the photos and found his Jillie. He ran his finger over the photo, a smile still ruling his face. He looked to the walls and raised an eyebrow. How about that portrait of her? He closed his eyes once more and focused on the portrait. He strained his memory to make sure each detail was right. He opened his eyes and found the massive four foot portrait on the wall, in the solid gold frame. He admired the portrait. The artist, whose name he couldn't recall, captured her perfectly. Jillie wore her favorite black evening gown, and her shoulder length chest nut brown hair seemed light against the black dress. She wore a black corset under her dress, showing her already perfect bust in even clearer profile. The complexion was flawless, and it seemed more like a photo than a painted portrait. He looked into Jillie's eyes and smiled. The artist got the eyes right, capturing the contrasting blues in her eyes. He was elated. He focused on the regular photos of him, Jillie and Adrian. They too appeared all around him and he took particular care in hanging them up. He saw the ones with all three of them and smiled. There they were, a family united. He could see the warm smile on all three of their faces and they were happy. He smiled and thought about his wine rack. The intricate solid wood rack, fancy wine bottles, and solid crystal wine glasses appeared to his side. He pulled out a bottle of random. He found it to be a bottle of claret. He smiled.

He scrutinized the walls once more; they were finally to his liking. He went through the phone, finding some videos of Adrian's band, Mad Hadder. Adrian was a multi-talented musician, though he would deny such claims. Adrian's strongest were stringed instruments and his ability to sing perfectly. He found his band doing a cover of an artist he liked; Vanden Plas. Adrian sang and played flawlessly as he always had, and a knock came on the door. He paused the video and went to the door.

Opening the door he found it to be Marci, the news reporter from before. She wore the same clothes, but wore a different color lipstick. She smiled at him. "Hello stranger," she said, "Fancy meeting you here." Sevrin smiled, for his creations took a great deal out of him, and his hunger bellowed from his gut to his ears. He needed to feed. He let her in.

"Please come in," he said. She walked in and saw the large portrait of Jillie. Sevrin could see a pang of jealousy on her face as she looked at it.

She flashed Sevrin a smile. "She's beautiful," she said, "Who is she?"

Sevrin frowned. "My wife," he began, "She was taken from me some time ago."

Marci frowned. "I'm so sorry," she said, "What happened?"

Sevrin offered her a seat and she took it. "The details are rather gruesome, I wouldn't…"

She nodded. "Gotcha."

Her eyes fell to a photo of Adrian. He had Sevrin's incredible physique, but had a charming smile that wooed women of all ages. Sevrin caught her staring at it. "Ooooh," she said, picking up the photo. "He's handsome. He looks just like you. Is he your younger brother?"

Sevrin suppressed a smile. "No. That's my son, Adrian." Her eyes went wide as she looked back at the photo.

"That's your son?!" she exclaimed. He nodded. She narrowed her eyes at him. "No, stop. This is your son? For real?" Again, Sevrin nodded.

She stared at him. "Wow…you have good genes in your family. You and your wife raised a handsome man."

Sevrin smiled, his eyes tracing her figure. Ultimately his eyes fell to her throat, the veins more defined than before. The hunger was getting worse. His smile remained. "Thank you. So, what can I do for you?"

She shrugged. "I didn't get to ask the questions I wanted to ask you earlier, so I braved the night streets to see if I could find you."

Sevrin admired her tenacity. "Very tenacious of you," he started, "Well, here I am."

She got ready to pull out her recorder. He shook his head. "No recorder?" she asked.

"No," he said, "I'd rather not be on TV any more than I have been. I've never liked the limelight. My son, however, would love it."

She nodded. "Okay," she said, putting it back into her purse. As she put the recorder in her purse she switched it on. She looked at him and smiled. "So, I'll just ask you the questions and try to commit them to memory as best I can." Sevrin nodded. "So, when did you come into town?"

Sevrin mulled it over. "I arrived just before Videl went to take care of those petty thieves."

She seemed surprised. "Really? So…you haven't had time to really see the town?" He nodded. "I see…I'm just surprised to hear that. Your timing is impeccable."

Sevrin nodded. "I thought so too." He looked to his wine rack. "I'm so sorry, I've been a rude host. Would you like some wine?" She nodded. He smiled and reached down for the glasses. He pulled them up and opened up the wine, giving each glass a generous portion. She smiled as he handed her the glass. He raised his glass. "Here's to a Fresh Start!"

She giggled and raised her glass. "Here's to a Fresh Start!" They took sips at the same time. Marci took a longer sip than he did. "mmm, this is really good."

Sevrin nodded. "Back home I have one of the best wine collections in town."

She set her drink down and raised an eyebrow. "And where is your home?"

Sevrin shrugged. "I hail from Morrigan."

She nodded, but she seemed confused. "I'm not familiar with that…"

He tried not to smile. "I'm not surprised, but if I'm entirely honest, I've never heard of this place before today. I was on my way out of Morrigan when I…heard about this place. I took the path less traveled and here I am!"

Marci nodded, but she didn't believe him. There was something otherworldly about him that made her suspicious but it also enticed her at the same time. "Come on," she pressed, "Where do you really come from?"

He shrugged. "I don't know what more to tell you, love. I'm from Morrigan. It's a small little town in England. England is the country I'm from."

She stared blankly at him. "England? Such an odd name…I've never heard of it…" Sevrin nodded. She looked him over. "What can you tell me about England?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, there's so much, but I'm going to give you the basics. We've been around for a long time. We have a Queen and a Parliament. We also have a Prime Minister." She nodded. "We also have a bad gang problem…this gang was responsible for my wife's murder." Marci nodded and sipped her wine. Sevrin kept going. "We were also involved in two World Wars."

Marci stared at him. "World Wars? Now I know you're putting me on."

Sevrin's expression turned grave. "Millions of people were killed in those wars, and they were fought for frivolous reasons." Marci saw the seriousness in his eyes. She knew he was sincere.

"I'm sorry…" she said, "I…didn't mean to insult you…"

Sevrin sighed. "I'm sorry," he said, "It's just…I think about how many young people died for no reason. It sickens me." She nodded and took another sip of her wine.

She looked at him. "I just realized, I don't have your name."

Sevrin smiled. "My name is Roland."

She smiled. "That's such a unique name." She leaned in, bringing her purse up with her. Despite the wine, she still wanted to record him. She was confident that he didn't know about her hidden recorder. Sevrin could only smile, for he knew. He'd seen the old moving the recorder trick before. He leaned in.

"Can I ask you a question, Marci?" Her lips curled into a sexy smirk and nodded. "What do you really want to know?"

She stared at him. "I…"

Sevrin ran his hand over her cheek and she flushed. "Go on," he cooed, "Tell me why you're really here."

Marci's face was red. "I..want to know what happened at Hercule's house…"

Sevrin cocked his head in surprise. "You followed us? Clever girl."

She nodded. "I saw you fly with her…I knew you weren't an average Joe…"

Sevirn nodded and looked to the purse. "How is your battery doing?"

"Its fine…" she started. She put her hands to her mouth. "You knew?"

Sevrin nodded. "I think it's time I give you the whole story, love." She leaned back. "My name is Sevrin. I am a vampire from another realm. The wars I mentioned happened, but they happened on my Earth. How I was able to cross over here I'm still not sure, but I'm here to make this Earth a haven for my kind."

She giggled. "Vampire? Show me your fangs then!"

Sevrin bared his fangs at her and she skid back in shock. "…you really are…"

Sevrin nodded. "You're a bright girl," he said, "In fact, you're one of the brightest I've seen in the one thousand years. You're young, attractive, and full of ambition. You'll be going places, I can promise you that, but you won't propel your career with what you've learned to day."

She sobered up quick, and rose from her chair. "I'm sorry I bothered you, I think I should go…"

Sevrin used his mental powers to keep her in place. She fought against it. "Let me go!"

Sevrin shook his head. "That's not possible I'm afraid. You see. Creating all these mementos has taken a great deal out of me. I need to feed." She shook her head. Sevrin looked her over. "Look into my eyes, Marci." Marci obeyed and became lost in his eyes. "Good. Now, you know me only as Roland, and I've just moved here. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

He smiled. "From this moment on you're going to be my donor. When I need blood I will call for you or visit you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Sevrin bared his fangs. "Now, pull your hair back." She obeyed. He walked over to her and smiled. "Rise." She stood up to face him. She was a few inches shorter than him, even in her heels. He embraced her and sank his fangs into her throat. A small whimper escaped her lips as he drained her. She offered no resistance. Sevrin could see her life through her blood. He could also see her plan. She wanted to expose Videl as one of one part of the Great Saiyaman duo, and wanted to get something juicy on their having dinner. She wanted to shame Videl, for she was jealous. Sevrin could feel her get limper in his arms, he had to be careful, he didn't want to kill her. He set her down on the love seat and quickly healed the welts on her neck. She was asleep. He leaned back and let the blood rush through his system.

All in all, she was strong. Her blood gave him a slight boost. He grinned and sat back at the table. He sipped his wine and pushed the play button on his phone again. He continued the video of his son. Adrian finished the song with his usual polish. He looked at the time on his phone. 9:00 pm. He rummaged through the phone once more and found another video, but this one, was one he'd thought he deleted. It was Adrian again, but it was Adrian fighting off a band of slayers. Adrian was formidable, in his own right, but Sevrin didn't like to see his boy get ganged up on. Adrian melted between them, making sure they couldn't touch him. He trained Adrian right. He reappeared from nothing and took each of them out with three hits. Sevrin smiled. Ah yes, my shadow strike. He is my best student. Sevrin looked to the time once more. He was shocked to see ten minutes had passed. He looked to Marci. She was still on the couch. He decided to rouse her, for he needed his rest as well. He walked over to her, but he stopped and looked at her purse. He smiled and reached into it, grabbed the recorder, and erased the parts about him being a vampire and his bit of history. He played it back. It all sounded good: just a stranger passing through.

He picked up her purse and stuck the recorder back inside. He gently nudged her. "Marci," he cooed, "Marci."

She woke with a start. "Huh? Roland?" He nodded. She got up, swinging her legs off the couch. "What happened? I remember drinking wine and…that's all I can remember…"

Sevrin put his hand on hers. "You drank a little too much, my dear. You were starting to fall out of the chair, so I brought you here to the couch."

She nodded. "Oh yea…" she said, yawning. "I'm so tired…"

Sevrin nodded and helped her up. "Come on," he said, "Let's say I take you home." She nodded and he led her out the door.

Much to his surprise, a hard snow befell Hercule City. He slipped back inside and grabbed one of his old jackets. He draped it over her shoulders and he took her back to her apartment. Once there he led her to the door. She grabbed her keys and fiddled with them. Sevrin smiled. "Have a good night, Marci."

She smiled. "I will. Thank you, Roland." He nodded and started to go. "Roland…" she started. He turned to her. "Thank you for not…taking advantage of me…"

He walked back up to her, took her hand, and gently kissed her knuckles. "You're welcome," he said. She blushed and went back inside.

Sevrin dashed back to his capsule home and closed the door. He looked at the pictures around him and felt at home. He ventured further into the capsule home and found the bedroom. He looked around: to his surprise…the furnishings he had from his home were all in place. He thought back to the initial conjuring of the items; he didn't think his powers had grown that much. He slipped off his shoes, peeled off his muscle shirt and dress pants, and plopped down on the bed. He closed his eyes and felt his body relax. He ran over the events of Marci's life through his mind, watching her blossom from a rebellious girl to an ambitious young woman. All in all, he liked her. Her ambition did put him off, but he liked strong women, and she was strong. He stopped the memory and allowed himself to drift to sleep, for the power nap he had earlier that day was hardly adequate.