A tall man with unnatural orange hair silently crept into his hotel room. The man was panting slightly, due to the four cases of stairs he had to climb. The man couldn't use the elevator - he couldn't comprehend what the buttons meant. Larten Crepsley was from a simpler time in life. There was no elevators, computers, or any electronics. If there was any electronics, his family couldn't afford it. The only piece of electronic he could operate was the cell phone that Darren gave him for the hunt for the Vampaneze Lord. Even though Darren had trouble teaching Vancha and Larten how to use one, Larten could still understand some things.
The vampire gently closed the door behind him, careful not to wake any of the customers in the room next to his. They would surely complain and he would've got all of them kicked out of the hotel. Larten was here to get his belongings, but all he had to bring was cloak. He had his clothes and coat on - which he thought was good enough. He swiftly opened a small closet near the bathroom and grabbed a large, dark brown cloak. It wasn't much of a cloak. More like a giant potato sack without the final stitches. Larten couldn't recall where he got it exactly. When he first became a vampire, he picked it up somewhere among his travels with Seba. Ever since, Larten dragged it around with him to protect him from the horrid shut the closet and scurried out of the room. He had already spent enough time getting his stuff.
While climbing down the stairs, he thought of his old, deceased friend, Paris Skyle. When Larten first met the ancient Prince, Larten was still human. Even thought Paris and Seba had ignored Larten when he first meet him, Larten took an immediate liking to Paris. The old Prince was always kind to orange haired vampire flashed a quick smile to the doorman on his way out.
After walking through the abandoned streets for awhile, he started to run faster. He knew that time was critical if he wanted to arrive at Vampire Mountain on time. Since Paris was known by all the children of the night, the funeral's date would be held off until a majority of vampires arrived at the Mountain. Luckily (Or maybe not) there was already a lot of vampires occupying the Mountain due to the War of Scars - including came to a sudden halt. He was now standing at the end of the town. From here, the vampire could flitt and easily make good progress. Larten readied himself, let out a heavy sigh, and began to flitt.