September 9th, 2016. Friday Night.

Alban waited below street level; looking upwards at the grate from under his deep hood and his eyes narrowed, the  beat of the clubs music had started he wagered about an hour prior. The heavy thumping of whatever new version of trash they were playing this week was irritating and grinding on his head. But there was one upside, it drew food.

His head cocked hearing small scratching on the concrete tunnel and splashing coming towards him and with a quick motion he grasped the large rat sinking his teeth into the creature as it squeaked in pain squirming before eventually falling still. It’s body shriveling up as Alban drained the small vermin of it’s blood. Tossing it away and casually wiping the blood off his lips and face with the inside of his jacket and flexed his hands moving up the sides of the concrete sewer the claws on his hands digging in and finding perch to crawl his way up to the grating and push it open.

As he felt the fresher air of the open alley his eyes adjusted to the light creeping in from the street lamps mingling with the neon sign of a club just across the street; His eyes scanned the alley finding nobody in sight; far too early for drunks and users to stumble their way into places that should not be.

Alban’s features suddenly scrunched up, and he leaned forward spitting out a wad of tangled fur and fat from his teeth, and he pulled back to his full height the look of disgust on his face evident as he wiped it on his sleeve. Worst part about the rats he thought to himself as he looked down at the clump of bloody fur and body fat noticing a newspaper beside it. Alban picked it up from the dirty alley floor.

[Murders on south side, Police chief urges crackdown on gang violence] The headline read and he rolled his eyes. moving the paper underarm and pulling the hood on his face down looking outwards towards the street, people were still walking by. None brave enough to glance into the dark alley let alone walk into it. And all were dressed up ponces waiting to get stupid and laid. And he hated them for it, hated them being normal.

His head shook shaking himself out of his own thoughts as someone stopped at the entrance of the alley and began to walk forward, it was slow. But the woman was making progress into it; he slipped deeper into the alley moving towards the old brick building and dug his claws into it scaling up it and slowly making his way crawling along the wall like a spider.

She didn’t look like much, but at this point it did not matter. It was young, fresh looking enough, and would be better than the rat he had been drinking the past few days. Except for the stray dog that wandered a little too far, he mused that it was a good night from dead anyway. But this was fresh. And he licked his lips as the woman entered the middle of the alley he dug his heels in and kicked off the building landing quietly behind her and reared back a hand to grab her.

When she turned around and he saw the face, there was no fear. No emotion, just dead eyes and she carried a note. “Fuck.” Alban hissed aloud “Fuckin’ first fresh meal in a week and it turns out to be a fuckin’ thrall. What do you want then?” He put his hands to the side tapping his foot impatiently angry at missing a meal and now this dim witted thrall was looking through him as if he was not there.

The well dressed woman said nothing other than thrusting an envelope into his chest and turning and started walking back out into the street “Oi! whats this about?” He called after the thrall but it continued to ignore him and walk out into the street disappearing into the next group that walked by. “Yeah and fuck off then…Creepy fuckin’ bitch.” He muttered looking down at the envelope turning it and reading the face his eyes narrowed at the mention of a blood oath to even open the damned thing and he opened his jacket and placed it into a pocket.

His eyes looked up at the old brick buildings and he took a cautionary glance at the street before he leaps to the side gripping in and scaling up it quickly, his talon like claws gripping easily into the old brick and as he reached the top hopping over the edge he wiped his hands, the only sign of his climb a few chunks out of the old brick and the scaring of a few birds. He pulled the envelope from his jacket and gave it another once over clicking his tongue as he drew a claw up his arm getting a small cut and let it spatter on the envelope breaking the seal and he read the contents within.

[b]September 10th, 2016. Saturday Night [/b]

Alban had read and reread the note over and over again throughout his time moving through the drainage tunnels and sewers taking the occasional detour over a rooftop for some fresh air and a few birds he could manage to sneak up on.

... For those seeking advancement He chuckled lightly in his throat, the wording left much to be desired for detail but he would let it slide, his thoughts broken up as he reached the heavy drainage gate that led near the dock in question. He swiped at the metal and he tore through the thin sheet easily; tugging it back to create a hole for himself and slipped through bending it back into somewhat of the same place.

The sound of the water hitting shore and concrete was the first thing to hit his ears, and the docks were more quiet than he expected at this time of night. He looked up at the sky and pulled the deep hood; gripping into the concrete and climbing up the sides until he was on level with the many warehouses above.

Counting the numbers down as he passed the docks until he saw the bright yellow Spray Paint of Dock 15 he put his hands into the deep pockets of the hoodie and made his way towards the illuminated office; spotting inside the thrall from the night prior and a man just as well dressed.

Opening the door slowly he peered inside; Greeted by the man while the woman simply stared into space “Welcome, have a seat.” The man stated in a cheerful tone and continued “We are waiting for a few others and then we will get started.”

Alban nodded keeping the hood pulled over his face and hands in his pockets as he sat down hard in one of the desk chairs his tall and gaunt form stretching as he moved his legs into a more comfortable position, the hood still covering most of his face as he sat quietly his arms resting on the table in-front of him, his claws making marks.