After etching my sign, a wolf and a Forget-me-not near the bottom, into the middle of the sidewalk with my polished nails, I quickly checked in to their hotel. I sat in the stuffy room, blowing powdered red remains of the clash between my fingernails and the concrete off onto the carpets. Troubled at the sorry state of my blood-red masterpieces, I slipped away for a bit of 'dinner'. Not one employee dared ask of my whereabouts, because I paid them for privacy. They are smart. I put my few belongings in my room and waited for Larten in the lobby. It was a bit after sunset, so I should have been seeing him soon. I played with my blonde locks and a bit later than I expected he would, Larten finally walked out with his boy. The pale pair walked past me, Larten nodding at me politely without knowing my identity. I watched as they passed my greeting outside. The boy passed it off as nothing but a bit of graffiti, but Larten took it deliciously. He looked at it, swiveled his head in a 180-degree thing for each way, and decided to flit away with the kid on his shoulders like a knapsack.
After having a delightful drink of an unsuspecting maid's blood, I flitted off in pursuit of my friend. Having no luck whatsoever, I returned to my bunk and repainted my ruined nails. I gathered my things, left a heavy tip for the maid for her unknown services, paid my bill for the room, and split. I eventually found the two running (not flitting?) toward the square. I slowed down drastically to keep my profile secret; I wanted to surprise them after a little while of me chasing them down. I started to get bored watching them get sweaty at no expense, but I eventually saw that the boy was holding a bottle of wine. He was dropped off at the back of a different housing complex near the back of the square, and Larten hid yet again. He was frustrating me precariously and I decided that I would, nor could, not tolerate much more of his little game. Soon, he entered with a large box that produced suspicious scuffling noises and I figured out his parcel when it bleated bloody murder. He ducked over the box and I knew he used the vapors of the vampire breath to prod his goat out of consciousness when it ultimately shut up. He proceeded into the building after reassuring himself that the goat would not make another peep. I stood, trying to sort out these macabre events as the ridiculously secretive plan unfurled inside. What in the hell is Larten doing this time?
I made camp on the other side of the street in a snowdrift. I about sliced the neck and spilt the blood of a drunkard human wobbling over to me and doing the most obscene things in my direction. First, he starts pacing in front of me, next he tries to touch me while I slap the crap out him, and he ends up getting his ass handed to him by Larten while trying to steal my bag. He was taking notice in the unexpected felony after delivering the package to the house and came over to sort things out. He knocked the alcohol out of the man and generally knocked him out in one inhuman-like punch, placing him out on the icy curb. He tried to do what he did to the goat, but I didn't let him close enough. So instead he grabbed my throat.
"I won't say… anything. I swear on… my life," I stuttered. Larten dropped me and proudly strode back into his shadows. I moved behind a mountain of snow so that he could no longer see me. The kid came out like an hour later and they headed for the sewer tunnels. Why would they possibly need to go down there?