Outcasts: Prolouge

The cloaked figure walked into the hotel room, throwing his bag onto the bed, they walked over to the kitchen area and opened the fridge. They looked through each shelf, not finding what they wanted and closed the fridge. They sighed deeply, placing their hands on their hip, looking down at the ground. They walked over to the liquor cabinet, opening it up and grabbing out a bottle of wine. Turning around they opened up a different cabinet full of wine glasses and took one out. Their hand held the glass up to the kitchen light, watching the light gleam from the crystal clear glass.

They made their way to the desk back inside the room. They set both the products down on the desk and walked over to the bed again grabbing the bag and rummaging through it pulling out a journal. Setting the bag to the side, they walked back over to the desk sitting down and setting the journal down. Reaching over they first grabbed the wine and opened it, pouring some into the glass. They then opened the journal, flipping through a few pages, and then they stopped on a blank page. Reaching to the side where pencils and pens were kept in a cup, they grabbed a pen and began to write.

'May 20th, 2011,
Its five more days till the day of my birth. I don't care much for this day, considering I have been alive for thousands of years. Though, my sister tends to believe to continue to celebrate this day. Apparently it's so we can fit in better. I don't want to disappoint her, so I am putting an end to my search and heading back to where I have left her behind.
I love to visit my sister. She means a lot to me. She stood by me through thick and thin, it's her boyfriends that I don't really want to see. Well she actually has one but the other might as well be her boyfriend also. One pisses me off and the other just weird's me out. Why she couldn't have found people less… irritating is beyond me. Sometimes I think she chose those two just to spite me, but then I remember all the women I brought back and all the things I put her through… I guess they aren't that bad.
I have booked a flight to the United States for tomorrow night. The search for my most precious position hasn't been going well. I fear that I may never find it and that I will have to live this way until someone decides to finally kill me. Problem is, I have feeling that something like that is going to happen sooner than later. I just don't know if that is such a bad thing or not. –Felius'

He closed the journal picking up his wine glass and took a sip, leaning against the back of the chair. "Maybe, I can get them to help me out." He stood up pushing the hood back, exposing silver hair that was messing nu shone in the light. A smirk spread across his face and his silver eyes glistened in the moonlight. "The more people the merrier." His smirk grew some more exposing fangs. He then left his stuff open, walking out of the hotel for the night.