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Travelling always brings the worst out of Erik. Whichever the mode of transportation, he can never enjoy the journey and he knows he makes for a horrible passenger whenever he goes to one of his 'trips'.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to endure this one for too long. The train comes to a stop with a loud whistling sound and Erik stands up slowly, picking up his only suitcase from the compartment store above his seat, and exits the private cabin with long, confident steps.

The streets are bustling with people, lights too bright illuminating the buildings and casting shadows over the pavements, loud voices seemingly emerging from every corner. Young kids run excitedly in circles while their parents try in vain to catch them, racy teenagers yelling obscenities to middle-age couples as they pass them on the street.

Erik walks briskly down the road, his dark eyes fixed ahead of him, with only one goal in his mind, only one purpose in his life from the moment he was Changed. Nothing will stop him from achieving it. If someone so much as tries to get in his way, he will tear them apart.

He doesn't understand what Shaw is doing here, staying low in this small, disgustingly cheery town and frankly, he doesn't care in the slightest. Wherever he goes, Erik will follow, like the loyal Childe that he is. Erik smirks darkly at the thought, his steps never faltering as he makes his way through the crowd.

Loyal Childe indeed.

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The 'old prominent house' is, quite obviously, something a little more than a dump ready to crumble any second now. Erik is, definitely, not amused.

If he had the person responsible for providing him with this "excellent opportunity of a place to stay for a while" while taking care of business in the town, he would have throttle them on the spot. Or maybe drained them dry just for the single pleasure of it.

There's nothing he can do now though and the hours pass quickly. Sunrise is only an hour away and Erik doesn't want to find himself in the uncomfortable position of loitering around in the local graveyard like the embarrassing first days of his Change.

After all, he didn't come here to see the sights and comfort himself in luxuries.

He climbs the front stairs which creak under his weight and pushes violently at the wooden door with his elbow. The inside of the place looks worse than the outside, if that's even possible and Erik's almost non-existent patience is running thin.

With a scowl, he steps inside, the floor boards under his feet cracking loudly in the silence, and searches for the basement where a specifically-asked-for silver shaded metal coffin should be waiting for him.

Fortunately, the person who directed him to this place didn't make the mistake of forgetting Erik's request or there would have been some really dire consequences for them.

Erik lies on his back with a practiced ease that comes from years of sleeping in a confined space and his last thought before darkness claims him is that tomorrow, everything ends, one way or another.

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Tonight, Shaw goes down. There's nothing else on Erik's mind except these four words.

The sun has just set a couple of minutes ago and he doesn't waste any time, unlocking the coffin and stepping out of it gracefully. The white pillowed wall inside was surprisingly comfortable and Erik spares it a glance before focusing on the task at hand.

First things first, he needs substance. He needs to be strong to be able to pull his plan off and to do that, he will need lots and lots of feeding tonight, copious amounts of warm blood filling his mouth and running on his tongue.

A shark-like smirk forms on his lips as he makes his way out of the house. He might as well enjoy his last moments of pleasure before he meets Shaw and ends this, once and for all.

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He disposes the last body quickly and efficiently, with familiar and practiced moves. Erik supposes he could have left the young man alive, if barely so, but from the looks of his before Erik had even gripped him and sunk his teeth roughly into his neck, he didn't look like he would last past a day. Crackheads and whores, he mentally scoffs.

The sheer stupidity of the humans and their feeble attempts to try and get away from him whenever he makes his presence known to them never fails to ignite feelings of disgust and contempt in him.

He cares not for them, as long as they keep providing his dinner for him.

There's only one thing Erik cares about in the world right now, and he is closer than ever of finally getting it.

If his information proves correctly –and he sincerely hope that it does, or he would have to unearth Angel from the hole that he put her in and make sure his displeasure is known- then, this is the place.

This is where life has lead Erik after all these despicable years.

Shaw is just inside these walls. If Erik was alive right now, he would be breathing heavily, palms sweaty and elevated pulse, heart beating loudly through his chest.

But he is not alive. He is his master's creature. He made him the monster that he is today. And Erik will repay him tonight.

And so he stands, deadly still in the quite of the night, the mansion in front of him cold and unyielding, swallowed by the darkness around him.