Orlando
Ahhhh, the sun was just beautiful this time of the year. The smell of flowers, the sight of fresh bare meat. He was already in the mood for some fun, if only night could come sooner. He whistled as he found a nice spot of shade where he could relax, stretching his arms behind his back. His trusty bat was wrapped in-between while he grinned pleasantly.
To put it simply, he was living the life. Everything was nice, peaceful, going as smoothly as ever. This was the life.
And then he noticed the shadow was growing deeper, blacker. "Huh?" He stopped for a second and looked over his hand to make sure he wasn't making this up. What was up with this wind all of a sudden? He looked up, wasn't the sky supposed to be mostly-
"What the fuck!?" He jumped out of the way with beastly speed and instinct, covering enough distance in that moment to barely avoid being splattered. The earth split and he felt the shock-wave nearly blow his hair away. As the dust settled and he wiped it off his shirt and tie, tied it up gracefully and looked at what was in front of him with shock and awe.
He never saw a ship this big, it was actually kind of terrifying. His mouth was gaping for a second, incredulous. This was like, even bigger than the titanic. Even movies didn't make them look this huge or good.
And that gigantic pile of glory nearly crushed him! He grit his teeth and his veins nearly popped out his hand. Was this some kind of fucking joke? He was having a great time without having to worry about ships falling on his face. Was this going to be a thing? Huh!? Like, for real? How did you even react to something so ridiculous? Was he supposed to walk away and forget all of this ever happened? Like it was all water under the bridge? What a joke.
The vampire spat near him and jumped amazingly, gripping onto the wood with beastly strength and agility before scaling the massive structure. It took him a while, even with his speed, but he didn't care about any of that. If he wasn't going to get a good explanation for this someone's face would find its way in front of a new homerun record.
"Can't you watch where you're landing you goddamn brat?!" He spat vehemently as he finally soared up the ship with a final jump, addressing whoever the captain was if he wasn't swimming in piss and drunk leftovers already. "You could've splattered some old maam or something actually important! Like me."