Sean had driven a stolen Mustang across the Bear State by night, rested in the earth by day, and now he'd fuckin made it. Sacramento. Ripe for the pickings. All he smelled on the air was the rich blood flowing through these fat kine walking the streets. Hardly another beast for miles, it seemed like. Best of all he hadn't sensed an elder since he'd gotten there. True, they could be hiding their true nature just as he can but in his limited experience it had seemed that those with really gnarly blood love to show it off.

He had been in town for a whole three hours, walking down the streets, getting a feel for his new stomping grounds. Passing by he catches the sound of loud fast singing, and hectic guitar and drums from the open door of some local nightspot, he honestly didn't even catch the name. The club had a bar lining one wall, but the floor was dominated by a standing crowd watching a stage where a punk band calling themselves The Pustules were performing. He'd never heard of them, but their sound was pretty good, and with a whoop he throws himself into the moshpit.

This was living, or would be if he were alive. The music was nearly deafening this close to the speakers, and the crush of humanity all around him enveloped him. Sweaty bodies colliding, dancing with and against each other, all riding the same wave of frenzied emotion. He and a petite raven haired young thing find each other in the crowd, and in a few moments they're both clinging to each other in the roiling crowd, lips locked in a hard kiss. She tastes like beer, cigarettes, and blackberry lipgloss. As her hands wander he pulls a little blue pill from his change pocket, and grins devilishly as he shows it to her. She just closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out and Sean places the hit of Ecstasy in her mouth. Sean pushes away from her through the crowd as she swallows it and cheers, re-engaging himself in the fierce mosh pit. Other people in the pit might recall an enthusiastic, savage mother fucker who never seemed to wear out.

As the show wound down he found the raven haired beauty again, locked in the middle of an intense high. She pulled him outside, giggling, and dragged him into an alley where she jumped on him. Sean enjoyed the feeling of her for a few moments, before pulling her head to one side and biting into her neck, eliciting a sharp intake of breath followed by a low enraptured moan. After he'd taken what he needed he let her down gently where she rested dazed against the alley wall, smallish breasts heaving with her breath coming fast and sharp. He felt the drug's effects wash over him in a wave, hyper-sensitizing his skin and putting him in a fucking awesome mood.

Man oh man. Will it be this easy every night?