Josef had been out chasing leads for the last few nights, and it was with a certain resignation that he straigthened his tie and walked into the office building. He was starteled by the sudden movement in the dark corridor. Who the hell went to the library at night? Josef should have expected this - it was finals season, and round the clock opening hours was a favorite for crammers of all sorts. He nodded in the general direction of the person as his eyes adjusted from the dark outside, and took a right down the path where he knew the public records where. Perhaps he could glean an adress, a phone number or something else that would help his search?

"Late night too, huh?" A soft voice asked, and to his surprise, Josef did not have many words, but smiled sheepishly and tried to take in the bookish looking waif in front of him. "Yeah. You know how it is." He asked, and as his tounge formed the words, he accidentally glanced the back of his canines. Suddenly, like striking a match, the hunger came. Overwhelmingly like a tide - washing ove him. She chuckled innocently, which only made it worse. "Mhm, you tell me. Well, good luck"" she chimed and turned, took half a step, but Josef could not help himself. "Wait!" Damn. He'd blown it. As she ackwardly returned her gaze to him, meeting his eyes, he knew that he had to do it. A bit of him screamed that it was too much, that he was pressing it too far - that he used to be better than this. When did he stop caring about the consent of those he drank from?

Either way, he smiled and uttered the words that would shame him for the nights to come: "You really, really, wanna get out of here with me." Josef whispered, and with a scalpel of words, he cut away that innocence he had so adored. Later that night, when he left her tiny dormroom, the Ventrue felt a tight knot in his chest.

If only he could cry it out - but who would listen?

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