[Nicholas's P.O.V.]
Just as I was about to head out to my usual place - the vampire-themed bar that was packed with people - for a midnight snack, a puff of smoke appeared in front of me. I knew who it was.
"Nicholas, where are you going?" asked the person who appeared within the puff of smoke.
"My dear, I'm a little thirsty and need some supper. Do you want to come with me?" D*mn, his eyes are too charming. It's always impossible for me to lie to him.
"How's the situation with the Werewolf of Chaos?"
"I'm still working on it."
"Really? Cause I don't see you putting much effort into this at all. F*cking hell man, I already told you that the energy I felt came from somewhere in the northeast of the United States, not the city. Did you even f*cking go? I seem to always see you loafing around all day."
