He decided that he would let her have her believes about why he hired on some one that looked like him. In a way what he had said was true, he cared more for the ones that looked like him then those that did not look like him. Part of that was because they could be related to him in one way or another. They could be from one of his bothers family’s, a great great grand niece or nephew. They could actually be from his own line but he felt that highly impossible, when last he had checked his were of darker skin having married into the Gypsies clans for over five hundred years. He wished that he was as caring as she thought he was but he only truly felt that he cared about himself and those he had spent time with, a long time.

She wished him good luck as she turned away only to turn back her mouth ready to replay to something. She turned back shaking her head trying to get whatever thought it was out. He studied the way she walked and held herself, soon he would need to teach her how to change that. With that thought he let all feeling of his mortal body flow away on the breeze and floated there for a short time before heading off to the stock yards. He may have fed from her but if this attack was going to keep on going he was going to need to be at full strength to find him. Catching the tail of her taxi for a little while he got off at the turn to the stock yards. It had been weeks since last he had been to the actually stock yards, he had preferred the smaller pens behind the butchers row. Now he set out to find the toughest meanest bulls in the place to feed. The bull barely put up a fight these creatures had been here too long.

Sipping away he felt the pain again spread through his body ripping his skin. This time it was worse, they had used a Cat o Nine with the glass in the leather. This was not the usually mobsters that had him, these were people who had been working with weapons for much longer and much older ones. The bull complained when his fingers dug into his muscles not braking flesh just painful. Letting the beast go he became a mist again and moved quickly on the wind to the train station. He would get there not long after she had gotten there.

The train station was a large building made out of glass roofs and stone walls. People still bussed about even though it was after dark. Many of the little shops that lined the passages between the main entrance and the platforms were closed for the night but some were closed never to reopen. He wounded how long it would be before the world gave up on the trains and started using the cars more. Maybe it was time to invest in a car and learn how to drive it. Maybe Blaire would know how to drive… no she would not, men don’t teach women how to drive. Then I am just going to have to lean and then teach her how to drive. That way we can get a car to use, it might be better than taking a taxi all the time. He thought the idea over and found that he did like it. He would have to ask Blaire what she thought of it. And thinking of her he looked out at the moving people to see if he could see her.