Lucian sauntered in the darkness to the side of the farmhouse. The full moon provided enough light to see by even if he didn't have heightened vision. The vampire plonked down on a worn wooden bench, observing the few people still up and about at this hour. He couldn't imagine what the farm looked like in the full light of day. In a short amount of time, Nim had created a miniature city. What had he done with his time?
"Nothing," Lucian said to no one, answering his question aloud. Lucian was beginning to question why he was even on the farm in the first place. Of little use to anyone, it only seemed the fates brought him into this mess to torture him.
