[h2]Nate Caterini - Husker's [/h2]

It was funny or rather it was a miracle that Nate’s car, kindly called the 'Nuclear Junker' or  just  'Junk', could even move on its own; most people would have just scrapped the accursed thing or try to bless it with holy water. Nate was no expert when it came to magic; however, even he could tell something was terribly wrong with the car, it was almost like a scene out of 'Christine'. The automobile sported many different issues including but were not limited to: starting all by itself, the radio deciding that it wants to play creepy 1950’s music at random times, day or night, and of course the most frightening moment was when Nate could have sworn that he had seen a man glaring at him in the review mirror. Course he could not do anything about this happy little issue since he possessed no magic at all, and with all it's issues he wasn't willing to expose himself over something so silly. Nate had many theories of what could be wrong, his current theory was that one of his 'one-night stands' had cursed the car to get back at him. The only perk of this whole thing was that the car drove itself; however, this only worked if he kept the car in good condition -so he could be driven home when he was passed out drunk or bleeding profusely; both of which were shockingly common in Nate’s life.

When he got to the restaurant, he hopped out the car like nothing without a care in the world or a thought in his head. The ironic thing is that he had a lot of work to do right now, he had as many responsibilities as there were scars on his body and as many issues as the sands on the seashore. There was the problem with the vampires, Nate’s lack of Morphine which could have dire consequences should he get to close to a member of the leeches, attempts to remake his pack which would be next to impossible since the werewolf numbers were appallingly small and only lowering in today's vampire society; unfortunately he knew of one more werewolf in the city, an incredibly shy wolf whom lives life under the radar. Nate could not tell the gender of the other werewolf since his sense of smell had been shrouded from the assortment of smells within the city, praying that eventually they would be close enough to sense. Finally, he also was dealing with some sort of thing in the swamps but he had no idea what it could be; which worried him, yet he knew that there was no chance of anyone trying helping out a werewolf, much less the Alpha. The werewolves were a dying race at best. 

Nate sauntered into the restaurant and settled down at a table near the back, this was his first time here and it clearly showed by how he looked around the room dazed and clearly confused. In his glances, he picked up on a guy who smelled of a vampire hitting on some sort of human, either of the two were rather decent on the eyes. The human particularly peaked his interest, he was just his type; and Nate did have a cheat to help him, his pheromones which gave werewolves a bit of an upper hand when it came to romance. Nate was going to produce pheromones, but quickly struck down the notion in case the vampire might smell it, which could cause a bloody war in here; so Nate stayed at his table and stalked the human as if he was looking at his prey. He could hunt better than any other creature and he had a plan for this guy, all he needed was an excuse to talk to him.