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Well, now I have something other to do besides sitting in a bar all night. Finding people has always been easy for me, even before my new lifestyle kicked in. Back then all I needed was a scent, a fading trace to follow all night long. This one isn't gonna be that easy, since the old guy never gave me anything belonging to this Victor Haze, who ever he is. No, for this I have to use something a little less doggy and a little more... spiritual.
I walk pass the bar just as the bartender lights up his neon "open" sign. My face turns red and he sees me, I know he does. I just keep going, walking like I'm going nowhere. My jacket should keep the wind of this city from freezing me, if it were closed, or if I felt any cold. Windy, cold nights like this remind me of my miserable excuse for a life even more that feeding, but now is not the time to sink back to my past. The small excuse for a park is right around the corner and there awaits the digging of someones past.
The dirt of the park is rich and dark but rarely used. Trees and grass only grow with the power of this dirt, no help from man is given. Some bums say this park will soon be turned to concrete parking lots, just like the whole city is and only to make this part of town look better. Like concrete ever looked good anywhere. But now it's time for business. Time to call forth the knowledge and power of this old graveyard and my once warm blood, and step into the twisting, misty place between this world and the next. Time to step into twilight.