Ever since he was turned, Lukas felt very tired. As if he hadn’t slept for a 100 years, thought that he could never catch up on all the lost sleep. But in all of the weariness, there was a sense of relief. Lukas had only been a vampire for 10 years, but there was so much he had learned since. The first was how to be a vampire, obviously, but there was much more. He learned what it actually meant to live, to love, and to hurt.
Lukas was now a 30 year old vampire, with still the youthful face of a 20 year old. He had been all over the world, met so many people, yet it could still not fill the hole in his heart. Now, he was residing in the small town of Beacon Hills. Which, had more to it than it’s surface said. It was nearly midnight and Lukas had just finished feeding off some guy he met in a bar. He had pulled out his carton of cigarettes, placing one between his teeth. But, just as he was about to light it, Lukas was overcome with the putrid scent of-what he could only describe as-wet dog.
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