As the night set in and the stars started to adorn the sky, it was time for Him to wake up. He had always hated travelling, especially long distances, even tough he almost always did travel in a comfortable manner. One of the advantages of having saved up some money, which in turn was made easier because of his previous job as a doctor. He stood up and looked around, He was glad he ''persuaded'' that interior designer to have a go at making the inside of this lorry's trailer into a liveable space. The contents of his Fridge were calling to him. He walked over, opened the door and was greeted by the harsh white light that shines when one opens a refrigerator. His eyes dancing around, reading the labels of the blood bags until he found one to his liking. A glass was produced from a cupboard and filled with the red liquid.
He thought back on all the things that happened, his mortal life and his new life flashed by him. To think he was lucky, or unlucky, enough to be born into the right family, which didn't mean he was born wealthy. Then again maybe the fact he climbed the social ladder so well was one of the reasons he became what he is now. It all seemed so new to him. but it was of no use dwelling on any of that now, it didn't matter anymore. he had to start anew.
He grabbed one of the medical journals from the pile, he was almost at the bottom of the pile... how long was this wretched trip going to take? The glass was brought up to his lips and he started reading.