Glenn had memories spanning twenty lifetimes. They were not memories of reincarnation; he had simply changed identities again and again. This world was not his own, and sometimes he found its people laughable. Though it was a high-level world, its inhabitants had abandoned cultivation for some reason and put their faith in a baffling thing called "science." What use was science? Could it explain his existence? For twelve hundred years, he had disappeared from wherever he lived every sixty years and assumed a new identity. By his reckoning, he had been in Cleveland for nearly a hundred and thirty years. He loved the City and had never left, but lately he had felt restless. It seemed time to go.
Leaving a place he had called home always saddened Glenn. Leaving the place he loved most hurt even more. Yet a thousand years of cultivation had taught him to trust his sixth sense. If he felt this way, something was bound to happen.
Glenn was not afraid of being found. Those detestable Vampire Hunters had no idea that creatures other than vampires could live for thousands of years. They searched for him across the world, and several famous Vampire Hunters had sworn to catch him.
The alley where he lived opened onto streets in every direction, making escape easy. Glenn fled not because he feared the Vampire Hunters or the people of the Holy See, but because he did not want to get entangled with them. He was one man; they belonged to a vast organization. No matter how strong one person was, there were limits. Taking on an entire organization was the stuff of myth.
The moment he stepped out of the alley, he sensed someone watching him. He turned several corners, leaped from the most secluded alley onto a