The time is 01:30
S-Minus 4:15 until the Daystar
The best part about being a vampire?
No traffic.
What would take an hour in rush hour traffic takes August 15 minutes, with only the night life and police policing said night life to contend with. The 1am Chocolate Deliveries gets more than one curious look -- but August is careful. More importantly, he's sober.
Sober... but hungry.
He sure it's his imagination. The stench of Kine. Sweaty, dirty flesh covering the blood filled veins below like the skin of a grape. The sound of Kine. lub-dub. lub-dub. lub-dub. The pulse of life. Just a few feet away, tied up with a bow.
Near Jennifer's shop, he waits. He's followed Baldwin's instructions precisely. Not Baldwin. Definitely not Peter. Sir Baldwin. Knight of the Thorned Wreath. Paragon of the Unconquered. Current keeper of the Torpid Nosferatu Priscus.
He's that guy.
The one that's got his shit together.