The cemetery wasn't exactly one of his favorite places to be but it was a surprisingly good hunting ground. All those stupid little goth bitches roaming the tombstones, pretending they were vampires. And they thought he was oh so hardcore or some other bullshit like that. But there didn't seem to be any of them here tonight so he walked.
And really, it was just walking aimlessly. What he didn't know was that his feet were actually taking him towards something. It took him ages to get to where ever his feet were taking him because he'd stopped to examine a tree. There'd been some very interesting patterns in the bark. One of them had looked like an eye! And another had looked like a headless puppy.
Eventually though, Zero came upon what it was that was calling to his feet. He tilted his head to one side as he watched the man place flowers on a grave. Aw, how cute. Yet he knew that this one was of the Line - it was like a tingling in the back of his mind.
"A remorseful vampire... How terribly cliche," he said in a way that was meant to startle. Zero had a somewhat rolling accent, reminiscent of the Balkans region.