First night in a new town. Gotta love that feeling of stalking the streets. Definatly liking the look of things, seems to fit me well. Crazy Malkavian I met showed me around a little, but I still feel lost. Looking around, I can't for the unlife of me find a decent lower-class bar to hunt at. I probably shouldn't even be on the prowl; the Prince doesn't know I'm here yet. Come to think of it, I'm not even feeling hungry. Oh well, while I'm out, might as well...

Seems fairly normal enough. Everything seems standard fair for a Camarilla city: Traditions in force, very private Prince, a few nice hunting areas, nice places to make Haven, and probly something that resembles a nightlife. Turns out, this isn't anything like the other places I've been to. The nomadic humans you meet on the road, no one ever misses them. I shoulda figured the people in a nicer looking area like this might just care if a few go missing. Shoulda figured, but I didn't. Interesting town, that's for sure. Even after 70 years, I the world changes so much, but common sense would really help on a night like this.

I guess I shoulda also been watching where I was going. I was walking out of the Black Squirrel's side alley thinking of the conversation between Mol and Mathias and myself about taking down the Manhatter. Mabey that explains the blood-lust I was feeling. I looked off to the side, and what do I see? Perfect vessel. Absolute perfection. And old guy who looked homeless. I shadowed the poor sap for a few blocks. I had the feeling he knew I was there. He seemed jumpy. Probly just drugged or drunk. All the better, I haven't had a drunk one in a while, and I do have a taste for liquor. All the same, I followed him into the alleyway. I paused for a minute to take in the scene: gritty, dirty, with that smell of down-on-thier-luck humans. How depressing this all was. My beloved Chicago didn't look like this 'till the dam Sabbat came into town. Anyway, back to the hunt. Walking into the alley, I relized I looked like hell, so before I headed in after him I turned on some vampiric charm. My, how I love Awe. Walking up as casually as I could, I started making small talk to the guy, saying some things about offering him dinner and taking him to a shelter. Had him going, too. He probly thought I was a social worker or some such thing. I paused to think of my next move, not having any way to keep this charade up without a car. As soon as I let my Awe go down, I saw the fear spark to life in him. Stupid mistake: my fangs were out and I was smiling. As soon as he started to run, I gave him the staredown and yelled in a snarling voice. Stupid mistake #2 of the evening. Not a good night for me. Guess I was kinda loud and attracted some unwanted attention.Three of the locals came to this guy's rescue.

Now, I'm definatly not the fighting type. Lucky for me, they didn't know that. One of them yelled at me to back off of the poor guy. Another, more rash one, steped foreward with his first clenched. By now, whatever blood-lust I felt was gone. Well, to make a moderatly lengthy story short, I turned and ran like hell. Unfortunatly for me, one of the younger guys was very bold and managed to catch me on my way out of the alley. Poor guy. I was :::this close::: to letting this chump have it full on with some Potence-powered fury. Good thing for him I have a thing about violence. Never did like it much, so after a few blows exchanged I threw him off and ran as fast of my legs could carry me. I might have used a little blood enchanced speed boost, but though better of it. Would not help to risk breaking the Masquerade just to out-run a bunch of winos looking for a fight. If I'm lucky, they won't go to the police over this. I doubt they would, but one never knows in unfamiliar areas. Now my only problem is how I'm going to explain all of this to the Prince. Come to think of it, Molotov would probly give me a good slap upside the head for this...I can almost hear it now.