Remmick sat in a café. It had been long since the time of 1932. Life, and society had changed. People were more anonimous, the internet had come up, but life had also gotten more fair for minorities. Like he'd once in Ireland. Hunting he usually did on people that were long gone. Drug users, alcholists, people society wouldn't miss. Still, he'd stopped the hive mind thing, found a way to do so. People should be their own, even if they were vampires.

Now he sat in that café, a soup with bread infront of him. This was a student city with an university so the young peiple chatted around him. Oblivious to who, what, was near them. Not that he would do any harm tonight. Blood from animals had fed him quite well lately.