Lucius had started to feel lightheaded. He was watching Lars play football from the shadows under the bleachers. Lucius didn't particularly like light. While the sun didn't harm him in his human form, it didn't when hewasn't. Lucius has long straight jet black hair. His eyes are blue unless he's not in human form which then they are red.

Lucius had promised to be at Lars game since the two were close. Being the last two supernatural creatures makes you friends of past enemies. Most times Lucius and Lars don't get aline but they always have eachothers backs even if they don't say it out loud.

Currently Lucius was feeling hungry as if he would go rampant any second. It was the curse of a vampire: to never feel full no matter how much blood he were to drink. He had gotten better at controlling this gluttony in the last thousand years but still sometimes he could not control it. He knew how important this game was to Lars and didn't want to miss it but he could not risk revealing himself to be a vampire out if hunger. It would put lars in danger too.

So he set off to find a human to pick off. He found a girl by herself in the halls and made her his victim. He fed on her blood in the cleaning closet where no one would see or hear. She was unconscious. He made sure he wasn't cruel when drinking blood from his victims. He was a elegant and clean man creature after all. He would not kill anyone either and usually let his victims go after a memory wipe or two.