Mr. Clestorn mumbled a good day to Blaine and then went about his work. Making sure that he filed the paperwork away after seeing that it would be typed up again properly. He also made a note to send a copy to Vincent’s office when it was made.

The night was just rising as Vincent awoke, he would have to feed tonight, he could feel the need grow as he shifted out of his box. He could hear her moving about in the other room her heart just coming up to speed after what must have been a nap. He wondered what had happened during the day and if she had gotten the clothes he had ordered her to get. It was a good sign that she had not run at the sight of the money. Standing he shifted through the clothes in the dresser and picked out a set. he really was not looking at the suit just throwing something on. The black tie seemed to disappear into the vest while the charcoal jacket looked nice againted the dark black vest and slacks. He did not notice or care that the dark accentuated his pail skin.

The heart beats of those around him pushed in on his physic as he stood there waiting for the sun to fully release him from its hold. As he had grown older he had been wakening earlier and earlier but that only meant that he was as slow as a human till true night. His gifts did not work as well ether in the light of the sun.

There. He felt the last of the pull of the sun tumble away his hunger swamping him in pain and need the moment it was gone. He should not have been this hungry this early, he had only fed the night before and then did little to need more. His feeders dropped locking into place as he doubled over. His eyes would be red with the hunger if he did not deal with it. A half an hour would not get him the feeding he needed and back here in time. Leaning onto the wooden door he whimpered. Why had he let himself go this badly? Was it some sort of cry for her to know what he was, to find out what he could do. Another wave of hunger pains washed over him, he whimpered. She would hear he knew she would but maybe she would not try to find out. But he needed aid, something was not right.

Reaching out mentally to the bound he had with Lewis he found pain. Jerking back he tried not to cry out, something was hurting Lewis and holding him from Vincent. He knew there was only two ways to deal with this. Whatever was hurting Lewis it was drawing from Vincent as well, he could cut the tie and let Lewis die or he could put a call out and hope the person who be able to aid him, and not a low life made man.

Take the risk and end up with someone I don’t know but save Lewis and myself in the progress or cut the bond and not suffer but know in the end I killed him. the choice was clear to him even if most would think him wrong. Taking the last of his strength he called up a magic that was so old no one knew where it came from and tossed out the new bond. Whoever it touched they would feel the need to get to him. They may not know it was him that needed the help but they would know that the person in this room needed them. He lay on the bed doubled over in pain, his hunger barely controlled.