[b]The Ravenwood Inn's large open den, reception, and dinning area, commonly referred to by locals, live in's, and wandering hunters alike as the Tavern was loud and active, even for a saturday afternoon. The mundane customers were bustling with excitement over rumors that a new factory was going to be built to construct new cars, and there was hope that it could rebrand and revitalize the economy of the small Washington town. The hunters on the other hand, well there was rumor going around that a large nest of vampires was migrating north, and every good hunter knew, there were only three reasons vamps migrated.

Reason number one, they had a group of hunters or an informed group of locals out gunning for them, in which case, they hightailed it in every direction, scattering and forming small groups, or pods, of three (as all normal vampires have a compulsion to gather in groups of three or multiples of three). When this happened, there was little cause for concern, vamps on the run were easy enough to deal with.

Reason number two, the Alpha of a nest (anywhere between nine to sixty vampires depending on location and strength and intellect of the nest) had been taken out and those who supported them were fleeing, in which case the new alpha was ripe for the picking and the rest of the nest with them, it was a hunters dream to come across this type of thing, where a nest was in utter upheaval, easy pickings all around.

But the third reason, the one all hunters feared, and the one rumored to be happening presently, was when a vampire nest ran out of blood. After about week going without, they would do anything, anything for blood, and eventually after resorting to drinking animal blood the vampires would go feral, quite literally becoming what they ate. The wild beasts would then go into a blood lust, demanding more and more, devouring and scouring everything in their path.

According to the locals of the town directly to the south, about two hours by car pushing ninety on the highway, people had simply started to disappear as of yesterday, and direct from the lips of a hunter who passed through the town there had to be at least thirty vampires, all in relative states of mental decay, all gone feral running through the town. Within a week the town would be a ghost town, and the vamps would be on their way.[/b]

-Travis-
"We can't just let them all die." Travis spoke firmly but quietly not wanting the mundanes to hear his conversation with his fellow hunters and question what exactly they were talking about. Mundanes were always a hassle, but they helped keep the Ravenwood Inn open for the last century and a half, so there wasn't much to be done about them. 

"But if we go rushing in there blind we risk ours and everyone else's lives. We should start fortifying now, we have about a week until they are on the move again, and we are the closest large source of blood, they'll head straight for us. We could have a position ready to defend by then, and crush them out quickly and easily without any risk." The hunter opposite Travis was a roaming hunter, here because he had heard about the feral nest, and Travis could already tell he wasn't going to like the thin wiry man.

"Yeah, that way all that's at risk are the innocents who have no idea what's coming for them in the dark right?" Travis asked the man coldly. He paled slightly. "We should be working to protect those who can't protect themselves. We need to formulate a plan of attack."

"I think you're right on the money about formulating a plan of attack." Jessica Ravenwood spoke softly to the group of hunters, and patted Travis lightly on the shoulder. Then in a much louder voice, cutting through the roar of the Tavern she called out. "Arty, if you would dear?"

Arthur slid his hand underneath the counter, finding the rune that his great-great-great grandfather had designed, and with a sudden burst of light every person in the room that wasn't marked, or a seer quickly finished what they were doing, paid for what they ate and drank, got up and started to walk out. As soon as they were out the door they would forget why they had to go, but would head straight home, never any the wiser as to what had happened. He had been trying for years to figure out how it was done, but it seemed that the complexity of the run simply escaped him, and so to this day they could not replace that single spot on the counter, simply because they couldn't afford to lose such a precious heirloom.

"Thank you deary, now, we all need to have a serious discussion, all of you come, sit, sit. Right over here at the big table." Granny J was ushering every hunter to the table, and as always with a slight tinge of amusement Arthur realized every hunter, no matter how big or tough looking they were, they listened to Granny J.