[Open] A creature returns to see his friends. [6th May]

Erskine walk through the filth covered alleyway, carefully avoiding anything he couldnt discern what it had once been. His ever faithful man servant Sandro had tailed two likely candidates to this pit of disease, most likely they had stumbled here from the nearby club and now were looking for a fix or a good time.

Ahead he could make out the shadowy form of his man servant lurking just behind a large dumpster. Sandro's current form would make the uninitiated shake with fear and their stomach churn with nausea.

As Erskine reached his man servant, the creature bowed low and spoke,

'One male, one female,
Peek physical condition, approximately 30 to 35,
Sexually active,
Under the influence of alcohol and possibly narcotics.'

Erskine nodded his approval and rested a hand on the back of his creatures neck.

‘ Well done Sandro, pull up you hood and stay in the darkness unless I summon you,' he pauses as in thought, ‘ actually bring around the van, we will need to move from here quickly once I have them.'

Erskine slipped his hands from the depth of his coat and admired the results of several months work. He had just the night before finished crafting his hands to replicate the appearance and effect of syringes that would administer a strong sedative or deadly poison depending on his mood. Tonight he would test them in the field.

Slowly he stalked towards the couple now deep in the throws of a narcotic high. The stench of their sweat and stale alcohol that pumped through their veins filled his nostrils. The alcohol and drugs coursing through their body would be a minor inconvenience but Erskine would be able alter his form to allow the effects to have worn off by the time Sandro had drove them home.

His attack is precise and clinical, he plunged one hands sharp needle points into the back of the man. The man jerked and released a moan that was cut short in his throat as the sedative reached his brain, as the man slipped unconscious to the litter strewn floor Erskine clamped his other hand over the womans mouth and held her tight.

Erskine's jaw split with a sickening noise of bones breaking and skin ripping. The woman's screams of pain were dampened by the hand over her mouth. Once he had taken enough he administered the remaining sedative to render the woman unconscious.

Wiping blood from his chin with a handkerchief, Erskine looked at the wretches laying on the ground and grimaced.

Sandro drove the white van around the corner careful to avoid hitting anything. As Sandro bound and loaded the two victims into the chilled rear section of the transit van Erskine bemoaned his current situation.

‘Sandro! How things have changed! We used to rule the night, thanks to the Camarilla lap dogs we have to hunt like rats in filth covered allies and seedy clubs. I would vomit if it wasn't a waste of vital energies!' the man creature closed the doors of the van and pressed in close to his master. Erskine stroked the creatures head,
‘My dear loyal friend, only you and I truly remember. Let us return home and see what mysteries can be unveiled through these two miscreants!'

As they drove across the city Erskine knew he would have to travel to the Castle soon, his former pack  mates had summoned him. As always it would be something of no importance that delayed his crucial work, but he owed the Fury and the Keeper. It would possibly do him good to mix with his kind again, possibly!?