Monsters existed in this world. They walked the earth. They flew the skies. In haunted alleyways, where violence lived. In the dark places beneath the city where few dared to tread at night and fewer survived.
Some even said they existed in the water.
The Loch Ness Monster.
Ogopogo.
And in the waters of Lake Natoma? Peter Baldwin.
The Knight swam quietly through the lake, a breaststroke cutting him through the water like a shark in the pale moonlight. This was training, pure and simple. Strengthening the Kindred form, understanding how to break through the stagnation that the vampiric condition forced on the human body. In the inky depths, surfacing for air only to maintain the Masquerade, Peter Baldwin simply was.
After all, without other Beasts whipping the Menace into a furor, it was peaceful. His phone was in his bag on the shore, set to ring loudly if the Line was called. Duty never ceased, but knowing how to use modern technology never hurt to make it a little easier. Plus, it was so very quiet...
What a nice change.