zg_shadows | Story of Alx Clarke

He wakes, shivering in a blood sweat, the yellows eyes still staring at him in the darkness, slowly the smell of the fresh jungle dew fades, being replaced with the iron tinged smell of the blood sweat.

Standing he turns on the radio listening to the stories of terror and destruction as he showers away the blood leaving him refreshed and focused. he dresses, smart but loose clothing, leaving room for the movements his hunting will need.

He flicks the phone open `Frankie?’ `yes, its Alex. I need you and Ricky to do some specials tonight’ `Nope no river watching, I need some people checked on, got some paper?’ he pulls a note pad flicking it open, he reads some names to the voice at the other end. `that’s the first group your to check on them, they should be ok, but I want them out there putting down the trouble, I want nothing out there that’s collateral, unless its armed and one of mine’ he flicks the note pad over wile listening to the confirmation of the orders at the other end, he then lists a second set of names `these are different, they got no places, but get ricky to hit the streets, I want them protected, and I want to know what they’ve seen, if needs be get the others to put them in safe houses’ there is a final pause of 12 seconds `excellent, report when done’, he disconnects then checks the phone is on silent before replacing on the clip on his belt.

Although he doesn’t feel the cold he picks his jacket up as he goes down to feed before leaving. He then enters the main area where everyone is seated, they get though pack business vaulderie and all. at the end he stands `Bad news, I had some dream or vision last night, what exactly I don’t know, but I do know is that I am closer to caine without the need to take it’ pausing with a worried look on his face `I also believe that my progenitor, Ennoia I think is her name, is up and walking, this is dangerous’ with that he goes to sit but instead suddenly turns to the door and walks out `I’ll be checking on my people’ as he phase under the obfuscate.

He walks the streets, crossing the river invisible to almost all that is out there, his blood is up and running for he hunts. he moves trough north London avoiding the packs of ratkins but taking out those who are foolish to be alone, alas he fails not fidning any kindred een though he wonders Camden and Soho, as such he makes his way back to the Haven, finding the Ductus `I’m all checked, ao whats the plan.’