Mithias stepped outside into the night air. The southern summer air always smelled so beautiful, breathing was a pleasure. Alas, there was no time to savor the niceties of immortal life. Tonight was the night that Kilo Point was supposed to fall. Magnus, Hale, and Mo, if she still lived, would be 30 miles north, near the city, and that is where Bedivere would come to look for them. How his dear brother knight was in for a sad surprise. 

Mithias took a few moments to find a car he could jack/steal and began driving. There weren't many brave humans on the roads after dark anymore, but Mithias paid them no mind at highway speeds. A cd collection twinkled at him from the sun visor. His clawed white fingers carefully selected a plastic disk at random. ...Korn, Take a Look in the Mirror 2003. By the time he arrived in Kilo Point, Mithias felt certain at least one band member was a vampire. 

Lights went out and Mithias directed the warm vehicle off the road onto a small hill in an open plain overlooking the Soldier base. He could sense other vampires, but the auras were far and feint, indistinguishable. He got out and the overgrown grass crunched dryly beneath his feet. His tattered coat flopped over the hot grill as he leaned against the hood and folded his arms. The clouds were thick, but cracks in between them let shafts of moonlight through, making the valley look like a slow-moving, underwater, ocean scene. Mithias' back made a perfect s-shape, draped in shining black hair. "Everything I've Known" played softly through the open windows, and the vampire waited, watching.