Kris ran quickly through the dark street, his footsteps echoing out in the night, but himself almost invisible except for when he ran under the light of a street lamp. No need to dodge them at the moment.
His jacket fluttered behind him, showing his white button-up shirt. It was the only piece of clothing he wore which separated him from the night. The shirt, and his ghostly pale face. Truth be told it had a slightly bluish tint to it, but nobody ever seemed to notice.
The hour was getting later... earlier actually. It was four fifty-six he ascertained from a quick glance at his pocket watch. He slipped it back into his pocket and began to move at a walk instead of a run. Time was growing tight, but he was almost home. The sun wouldn't threaten him.
He rounded a corner and began up this most familiar of streets. In just a few seconds he was in front of the stairs of his apartment building. They all hated him here, but he didn't care. They were of no concern to him. His coming and going at whatever hours he pleased was his own business, not theirs.
He peered through the glass door. Andrew, the night watchman, there was a man who might have a bit of immortality about him. The only person who could begin to fathom Kris' obsession with the night. Kris rapped on the door and waved curtly to Andrew, who he had roused from a book. Getting up and fumbling for his keys, Andrew walked towards the door and opened it.
"Good morning, Kris" he said, opening the door.
Kris stepped in from the cold and Andrew shut the door behind him, locking it. "And to you as well, Andrew. How has tonight treated you?"
"Well," he replied. "Close to finishing up another book. Fascinating topic, vampires. Most fancy them myth, I suppose, but I can't hardly believe that after all I've read."
Kris smirked. "I'd hardly fancy them myth," he replied. "I hear many a story of killings blamed on vampires, in this town. I don't believe them all, no, but I've heard enough to wager that they're out there."
"Indeed, indeed" said the watchman, nodding his head. "I wonder what it would be like to meet one, talk to one face to face. I'm sure they have some fascinating stories."
"I bet they do indeed. Well, good night or good morning, Andrew -- whichever you prefer. I'd say good night myself, because I'm off to bed. Until tomorrow."
"Until tomorrow," replied Andrew, tipping his hat.
Kris walked over to the curving stairs and began to climb them, up and out of sight.