He wished it would rain.

Not that it would make it any cooler. Like most of the places he'd spent his life, the rain wouldn't lessen the heat. Even so, he found the smell of rain comforting. And it made hiding himself in his coat less conspicuous, something someone with his frame found difficult at the best of times.

Reflexively, Paul checked over his weapons as he slipped into the alley after the figure. Large stake in his right hand. Vials of holy water on belt. The sharpened crucifix hanging on his chest under the coat. Short sword at his side. Silently, he gave thanks for the pop culture resurgence of fantasy in this country. It made the looks he got when people noticed the weapon under his large coat a little less terrified and a little more condescending. He would have been more comfortable with one much larger, but this was the best he could do with under the circumstances. Besides, it was still on its way from Rome, international shipping being what it was.

He continued following the dark figure through the twists and turns of the alleys. He was still getting a handle on this city, having here less than a week, ago, but knew they were near several nightclubs and bars. There would inevitably be some pair of drunk girls, or an inebriated and horny young man and woman stumbling through here. And that's why this creature was here, and why Paul was following him.

Father Thomas had told him about this one. A vampire, of growing local renown. He hadn't been in Cleveland all that longer than Paul, but had already started to terrorize this section of the city, uncomfortably close to the church. He had even turned several people, all of whom Paul had dispatched. This would by no means be his first confrontation with a demonic power, but would be his first real test on his mission. With surprising silence for a man of his size, Paul crept down the alley after his quarry, turning the corner after him.

He wished it would rain.

Not that it would make it any cooler. Like most of the places he'd spent his life, the rain wouldn't lessen the heat. Even so, he found the smell of rain comforting. And it made hiding himself in his coat less conspicuous, something someone with his frame found difficult at the best of times.

Reflexively, Paul checked over his weapons as he slipped into the alley after the figure. Large stake in his right hand. Vials of holy water on belt. The sharpened crucifix hanging on his chest under the coat. Short sword at his side. Silently, he gave thanks for the pop culture resurgence of fantasy in this country. It made the looks he got when people noticed the weapon under his large coat a little less terrified and a little more condescending. He would have been more comfortable with one much larger, but this was the best he could do with under the circumstances. Besides, it was still on its way from Rome, international shipping being what it was.

He continued following the dark figure through the twists and turns of the alleys. He was still getting a handle on this city, having here less than a week, ago, but knew they were near several nightclubs and bars. There would inevitably be some pair of drunk girls, or an inebriated and horny young man and woman stumbling through here. And that's why this creature was here, and why Paul was following him.

Father Thomas had told him about this one. A vampire, of growing local renown. He hadn't been in Cleveland all that longer than Paul, but had already started to terrorize this section of the city, uncomfortably close to the church. He had even turned several people, all of whom Paul had dispatched. This would by no means be his first confrontation with a demonic power, but would be his first real test on his mission. With surprising silence for a man of his size, Paul crept down the alley after his quarry, turning the corner after him.

He wishes it would rain.

Not that it would make it any cooler. Like most of the places he'd spent his life, the rain wouldn't lessen the heat. Even so, he finds the smell of rain comforting. And it makes hiding himself in his coat less conspicuous, something someone with his frame finds difficult at the best of times.

Reflexively, Paul checks his weapons as he slips into the alley after the figure. Large stake in his right hand. Vials of holy water on belt. The sharpened crucifix hanging on his chest under the coat. Short sword at his side. Silently, he gives thanks for the popularity of fantasy in this country. It makes the looks he gets when people notice the weapon under his large coat a little less terrified and a little more condescending. He would be more comfortable with one much larger, but this is the best he can do under the circumstances. Besides, it's still on its way from Rome, international shipping being what it is.

He continues following the dark figure through the twists and turns of the alleys. He is still getting a handle on this city, having arrived here less than a week, ago, but knows they are near several nightclubs and bars. There will inevitably be some pair of drunk girls, or an inebriated and horny young man and woman stumbling through here. And that's why this creature is here, and why Paul is following him.

Father Thomas had told him about this one. A vampire, of growing local renown. He hadn't been in Cleveland all that longer than Paul, but had already started to terrorize this section of the city, uncomfortably close to the church. He has even turned several people, all of whom Paul has dispatched. This will by no means be his first confrontation with a demonic power, but will be his first real test on his mission. With surprising silence for a man of his size, Paul creeps down the alley after his quarry, turning the corner after him.