Octavius sighed as the limousine drove through the nearly empty streets. Racking through his head were only ideas of what to do. They had no idea who the culprit was, or what they looked like. Everyone in Octavius' searching party had yet to find anything, and he doubted that they ever would. At this point, he questioned why he even sent them out to look. It just seemed so pointless. Octavius resigned his thoughts to his hunger, which had begun to bite on him.

"Jeeves, step on it, I need to feed as soon as we get back to the building." He said to his driver, who's name he didn't actually know. Jeeves was a member of Octavius' brood who's tongue was cut out years ago, before Octavius ever learned his actual name. Luckily, speech isn't necessary for driving. Octavius bid his time on this drive by looking out the tinted windows of the vehicle, at all of the boring scenery as it passed. Though, in all of that boring scenery, Octavius found something he wouldn't care about unless he was being controlled by his hunger. A young women seemed to be leaving some building while looking a bit flustered and confused. "Actually, Jeeves, I think I will be getting takeout tonight. Stop the car."

The limousine came to a stop against the sidewalk, right next to where the woman was. She paused to look at the vehicle which had just stopped next to her. The window slowly rolled down, revealing the calm and caring face of a hungry vampire.

"Excuse me, miss, but you seem to be a little bit flustered? Is everything alright?" The woman simply placed her hand against the car and breathed for a few seconds before responding.

"I think... I think I need to call the police, do you have a phone a can borrow?" Octavius was expecting a quick meal, but realized that this could end up being a bit more interesting.

"I don't, actually, but I can take you to your home, or to the police station, if you like?" The girl nodded in silence, and entered the limousine as the door opened.

"Police station, thank you." She said, in the voice of a person haunted by what they had just seen. As the vehicle began to move, Octavius started to question the girl.

"By the way, my name is Octavius, do you mind if I ask your name?" Octavius was currently sitting across from the girl, putting on his best sympathetic act.

"Carrie." Her words still shook with fear and confusion. She leaned forward in her seat, with her elbows on her knees, eyes gazing at the ground. Octavius sat back, looking at the young woman, desiring to figure out either what she had seen, or what she tasted like.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Carrie. Do you mind if I ask what exactly happened? If you don't want to tell me, I completely understand." Octavius lent forward while saying this, his voice and face filled with sympathy, though, underneath it all was his voracious hunger, which only got greater by the second.

"No, no, it's fine. I would have to tell it to the police, anyway." She picked her head and started to speak about what happened. "I.. I had gone to what I thought was a rave.For the first while it was pretty cool, but.. well.." She seemed to start choking up at this point.

"It's fine, take your time. We are still about 10 minutes from the police station."

"I went with this good looking guy  to a booth, and this crazy guy came out onto the floor. He had some guy dragged in behind him. He was yelling about something, and then people started biting people's necks. Anyone who was bit is probably dead. The guy who was with me told me to leave and forget what I had just seen. How the FUCK was I supposed to forget watching a bunch of people die!" By the end of her explanation, she had started to flail and cry. She placed her face in her hands to hide the tears. Octavius knew exactly what was going on, and he was rather willing to kill everyone remaining at that rave. The limousine came to a stop just as Octavius moved closer to Carrie.

"Look, I think I know exactly what happened to you, the problem is, the police won't be able to do anything."

"What the fuck do you mean the police won't be able to help? People were murdered!" Octavius moved directly in front of her, kneeling down, with his hands on her shoulders.

"The police wont be able to find a culprit or a victim by the time those criminals leave that building. The thing is, I can't really tell you what is going on, or how I can help you unless you completely trust me." He poured a bit of his power into his words as he said this, staring directly into her eyes, attempting to convince her to trust me.

"Alright, fine. I'll.. I'll trust you. I just want to know what the fuck is going on." She took a deep breath and sighed, sitting back against the leather seat. Octavius moved back to his seat, and quickly snapped. This alerted Jeeves to start grabbing something out of what seemed to be a cooler. As this occured, Carrie started to notice where they were. "Wait, this isn't the police station. Why are we still here? We were driving for 15 minutes!" Octavius let loose an awkward grin as Jeeves handed him two wine glasses, one with an obvious wine, and the other with a deep red liquid.

"I had a hunch that you might mention something similar to what you did, so I made sure we circled the block a few times, and if it had nothing to do with me, I would take you to the station, but this definently concerns me, and not the police."

"Why does this concern you?"

"Drink this, and I will tell you." He handed her the glass with the red liquid, keeping the wine for himself.

"What is this?" As she said this, Octavius stared deep into her eyes.

"Just drink it." He poured his compulsion into his voice once more, imploring her to drink at least a sip of his blood.

"Ok. Cheers.."

"Cheers." Octavius sipped the wine as the girl downed the glass of vampire blood. Octavius assumed that to humans, vampire blood was a delicious concoction that tasted irresistable, as human blood generally does to vampires. 

"That was fucking delicious. What.. was.." She started to become sleepy and numb as the blood took effect quickly on her human body.

"I'm sorry in advance." Octavius said, as he leaned over the now sleeping girl, taking his fill of her blood, which would kill any human, normally. Octavius didn't feel to bad, though, as she would be reborn as a member of his brood in mere minutes.

"Fucking delicious. Jeeves, you need to try draining one dry some time. Those last few drops are the best." Octavius returned himself to his seat, wiping his face with a handkerchief. He pulled out his phone, while he waited for the girl to wake up. He began to text Locke.

[i] I just got word of a little Vampire party. They drained a number of people dry, apparently. I have reason to suspect that some ferals might be there. If you and your friends could get here fast, it would be pretty nice for you to go in and see if there are any vampire corpses. If there are, everyone in there is either a feral, or an accomplice. They will all be worthy of execution at that point. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/i]

Octavius followed the text with directions to his location. All he had to do now was wait.