Stay in New York.

He’d spent six years studying here; New York really wasn’t all that bad. There was no lack of people to do and things to see. Or was that in reverse? Maybe both. Dago stuck his hands in his pockets and started walking down the street, hoping to find something to amuse himself with. He passed a couple of restaurants, but didn’t really eat anymore. He passed by a bar or two, but **** didn’t do much anymore. There weren’t anymore Epicurean indulgences for him now that he was undead. Aside from sex, thank god.

He watched the lights in Times Square and carefully picked his way across the sidewalk. He was starting to get bored, no one was catching his eye and lights were really only thoroughly entertaining to someone with less of an attention span. He paused for a moment, swearing he could hear a familiar voice coming from the direction of the alleyway next to him.