Chris sat between some old carton boxes, filled with his stuff. After he awoke he had moved out of Citrus Heights immediately. He had packaged all his stuff, and driven away to find a place to live temporary. Normal mortals can live wherever they want... while the immortals live somewhere in a crappy hole in the barrens. Hell, damned we are...

 He looked around in an abandoned building. Just one of the many empty rooms, gladly without any windows, or cracks in the wall. The sun wouldn't come in here. Sure this was a reasonable place to sleep at least. He stood up, he was starved. With bloody red eyes he walked through the building. Every rat he saw was his meal, but he saw none. Even the rats don't like it here.

Outside, in the middle of an industrial… wasteland, he stumbled through the streets. He had his katana in his hands, with some dried blood still on it. There was no direct masquerade breach possible, but the Kine could still be a problem. Well, he was looking for food of course. But if the police found him like this... his clothes were in tatters, his body was sliced up. Blood was everywhere on him, and his eyes looked hungry. His mouth looked hungry.

That hungry mouth was looking for breakfast, or lunch, whatever you like.

After an endless time of keeping all his body parts together, he heard some voices inside a building. They spoke softly, but there was no other sound, so soft became hard. Chris came closer, it sounded like two man.... another step closer ... dealing drugs, what else? As hungry as he was - and disappointed by the fact this dealers were so stereotypical: dealing drugs in empty buildings in the middle of the night - he almost jumped at both guys. Ready for a fight with his sword in his hands. But somewhere he knew to control himself. He'd better waited till one of the men was alone.

And so he waited. It was good the men didn't came to see each other to drink some tea, so the conversation was done quickly. With the near complete darkness, it wasn't hard to hide when the first man came out of the building. He crossed the street, and after a while Chris heard the sound of a starting car, and another moment later there was silence. Time to meet the leftover.

There was a small light on. The man was counting his money or something, Chris didn't see it clearly, but he couldn't care less what the man was doing. With a low grunt he jumped at the man.

'What the Fu-!' they rolled over the ground, the man apparently lost his breath. Chris had gone mad. He used both sides of his katana so it was more of a hammer or axe then a sword. But in between some blood scattered through the room, the man managed to take a gun and shoot at Chris. The man's screams were soon followed by Chris'. It was all so messy that no one could really tell what happened, but with the element of surprise on his side, Chris took the man down quickly. A bash on his head was enough. He was smart enought not to kill him, but he was unconscious. The cuts weren't too deep, so Chris started drinking. It was heaven on earth, or hell on earth... vampires have strange dilemmas to think about....

 When Chris was done, the man was weak. Chris made his bite wounds heal, but the others were good for the ambulance to clarify why the man had lost so much blood.
Satisfied with the blood, Chris searched the man's pockets for a phone, took it and called 911. With some luck the man survived. Next time I try to plan my hunt better… but next time I probably didn’t just came out of torpor…