The night was slowly getting deeper and Neal had no idea of staying here forever. He stood up and brushed off his pants as he glanced around. Of course, he wasn't dumb. As a vampire he could sense Knox's presence. He knew that the mafia would stay there because he was stubborn.
He stood up and walked while kicking the sands on his way. He wanted to enjoy the night a little more but he was already getting sleepy. He was always like this these past few days. The reason is because he hasn't had any blood for such a long time.
Neal also has pride he wanted to show to Knox. He wanted to show that he didn't come here just to suck the hell out of his blood. He didn't want the idea of treating anyone like a blood bank.
He could feel that the people are now lesser than earlier. He was glad that this one was a private place or should he say, Knox chose this one on purpose. Just thinking of it made him feel more guilty.
