Desmond was watching Benny. Had been for a while. Ever since he had heard that a vampire had escaped Purgatory. He had known Benny before he had died. He'd love to get a nest going with him. He had heard he wasn't killing people, though. Following him around he found out it was true. What kind of vampire didn't kill humans? It made no sense. He decided it was so wrong of him to not be killing humans, the only thing to do was to do the killing for him, frame him, and set a bunch of hunters after him. Somehow that felt like poetic justice.