Diedrich von Saberfang sat quietly on his desk starring nintently at a pencil on top of a sketch pad. One could almost inagine him starring holes into the pencil. If that were to happen that would have been something. But Diedrich was merely trying to move the pencil with nothing but a focused mind and channeled will. Develloping Telekenisis was not easy even for him. When he tried the old way of focusing of his vampire heretage his body would turn to mist. It had its uses but it was concidered even by vampire standards a minor gift. Even though he could hide himslef in a foggy graveyard and ambush grave robbers for blood, that was all the use it had for him. He didn't have a reason to slip through cracks of doors, or other small openings. The most fun he had while in mist form was sneaking up behind a mugger and punching through his chest, ripping his heart out in the process. All anyone would have seen was the guy's chest explode his heart hover, then drop. The body would be drained of blood before it hit the ground. When day broke Diedrich sighed, and marked another night on his calandar and used mist form to slip into his Sarcophogus. He prefered sarcophogi to coffins. Coffins weren't bad for travalling but a Sarcophogus was superior. It only had to be open a crack.
He moved the lid until it was firmly shut. He then closed his eyes and waited for nightfall.
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