Soon, Dracula materialised in the middle of a bustling city.
He stood in the centre of the road while the traffic light signalled the movement of different vehicle's.
Vehicles drove pass Dracula with hatred, making sure they don't collide with him as their drivers spur words of insult to Dracula.
The loud sounds of car horns flooded his ears while the yelling from mere mortals could be heard.
He scoffed, his hands still placed inside his pocket.
Dracula's gaze was focused on his front, and he wasn't glaring at the cars from his left.
'Are you trying to kill yourself?'
'What type of game are you playing?'
'Get the fuck out of the road!'
'What a psychopath!'
'Are you attempting suicide?'
'Fuck off from the road, damn it!' "
Loud insults continued to flood the ear of Dracula, and then, at the far end of the road, a young man in a grey van smirked and stepped on the gear, heading right for Dracula to hit him with his vehicle.
