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[Color=darkslategray][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[Color=darkslategray][b]Location:[/b][/color] The KILL Truck
[Color=darkslategray][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Adrian [@role model]

Time kept ticking by, time he was wasting at a McDonalds drive thru, all while thirst burned in his throat. To keep himself occupied Noah fiddled with everything in the car the way a child would. He messed with the air conditioning until it was blasting out freezing air onto his undead skin. He alternated between unlocking and locking the door as the button made a satisfying and repeated popping noise and switching the radio stations until he found mariachi music. He fully reclined his seat and alternated next with rolling the window up and down repeatedly, and slowly increasing the radio volume to see how loud it got before Adrian found it irritating. It was something he did almost instinctively and it took a several minutes before he remembered why; this was how he used to annoy his mother. 

“Noah William Beaumont, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off, I am buying you a strait jacket.” A voice was heard only in his own head, his mother’s voice. Not angry but with it’s comforting mix of exasperation and amusement, followed by a slight chuckle. A cold chill ran threw him that had nothing to do with the blasting AC in the car and he immediately sat up straight in the reclined seat. For a single second he saw his mother’s face in the review mirror, looking as she did the day he had found her dead; pale, emaciated, and hauntingly peaceful. His head snapped behind him to check but there was nothing there; no ghouls just his mind playing its tricks again. He slowly reached down and returned his seat to its upright position just as a human handed coffee over to Adrian. 

Noah wanted to grab the human through the car window; why shouldn’t he, Adrian had his silly human drink, why shouldn’t Noah have blood now? But he didn’t, solely for the fact that Adrian was between him and the prey. Even more appalling than the smell of grease and oil was Adrian flirting with prey like it was worth anything. He hoped they would follow the car in front of him, the car that held them up for so long, and feed on its passengers before they consumed the greasy food and made their blood taste like the grease smelled. Before he could make his suggestion to Adrian though, his cell phone chimed with its new message for him. A text from Olivia, Warden of his clan, and her words were laws. It seemed such a strange way for creatures of such immense power to communicate, so pedestrian, to use cell phones. Vampires in movies never gave orders in such an anti-climactic way, and Noah liked the dramatic flair he saw in cinematic vampires. 

[Color=darkslategray][b]Any means necessary?[/b][/color] He texted back focusing now on his fortunate distraction.

[b]Yes.[/b] The single word Noah had wanted, for it meant his dark imagination would have no limits.  

[Color=slategray]“Guilty of?”[/color] He responded to Adrian’s question with a shrug. What other reason was needed beside her return was his master’s will? [Color=slategray]“She is Lord Drake’s pet and she has run away. He wants her found and we should find her first.”[/color] Noah told him, and that was really all he knew about the witch. Why his Lord wanted her didn’t really matter to him, only the potential for praise when he found the witch mattered to him. The text meant that now more vampires would be looking. Bodies left to be found in the woods would longer do, he needed the witch’s attention drawn out faster. A message the witch would find quickly, the McDonalds would have been a good place, but it was gone now. He didn’t want to go back and he didn’t want to share. He’d let Adrian worry about coffee and flirting with the prey, and Noah would concern himself with only finding Drake’s pet. Then we he found the witch his clan would be proud of him, they’d see how loyal he was, he would earn respect. 

[Color=slategray]“Are we going home now? We should think of plan to catch the witch for tomorrow night.”[/color] Noah added, starring out the window as the truck rolled down the highway. He tried to clear his mind from the dwelling on things he did not want to remember, focusing on his gnawing thirst and letting it ground him back to what he now was; a vampire and not a human child, and he had a job to do. He had no intention of spending any time resting until his hunt was finished. He already had a new plan, and Noah thought it was a good one.