The club hadn’t felt right. Unsure if it was because of some shift in his mind or because of how hungry he is, Joseph wanders the streets of Sacramento. His Sire’s words of caution ring through his mind as he walks. What happens to our kind when we don’t feed enough. In the end the Beast wins….before that its individual. Some act like those crazy Malks, some lose themselves to more human urges.

Joseph? He gets depressed, melancholy. The Beast taunting him all the while.

The sound of cans being thrown around a garbage can draw Joseph’s attention. Looking down the alley he sees a man in shambled clothes searching idly. He watches the man for a moment then continues on. Some vague urge compelling him to not feed on the bottom of society even if it would feel good acting against someone like the ones who had hurt him.

Eventually he stumbles across a couple leaning on each other as they walk down the street. Following them he catches them easily. After which they are both impressed upon the fact that they were attacked by some sort of wild animal.

At the very least it will help confuse them more.

The sadness remains though, blood doing nothing to push it away.