Kade had enjoyed the drive, windows down, the soft melody of some old piano concerto working its way through the sound of wind from some AM radio station.  The thought of teaching that arrogant lawyer a lesson about justice was eating away at him the entire way.  Of course, after Dorian, it was over.  That meant that he had no purpose, no drive, and nothing to keep him from retreating back under one of his establishments and playing the part of a corpse.  His beautiful followers had kept him going for a long time, longer than most would’ve guessed.<br/><br/>He’d purchased Karmosinröd over a century ago.  It had been nothing more than a little juke joint in those early years.  Then, when prohibition hit, he’d turned it into a speakeasy.  Time went on, and the club progressed with the times, transforming into a disco, a glam and raunchy club in the 80’s, a strip club, then working back into mainstream via the goth scene before finally settling into something more of a dance club which held raves, private parties, and larger events.  The whole block had been remodeled to his specifications by the end of it, and it was a secure setup where he could easily go undetected, perhaps even after the building itself came down.  If there was somewhere he would hibernate the years away, it would be there, surrounded by the scents and memories of those beloved humans he’d held close.<br/><br/>And suddenly Kade didn’t want it to end.<br/><br/>Why should he grant Dorian the peace of dark void while he went on suffering?  Yes, he would get over it; the pain of loss wouldn’t stretch into eternity.  Still, there was something else driving him to keep things complicated.  Staring at the house he’d tracked the lawyer back to, Kade made up his mind.  He turned away, got back into his car, and drove away from that finale.<br/><br/>He’d already gotten himself worked up for another taste of blood, so he found a human to tame the bloodlust.  Then, as he started at the corpse crumpled beneath him in the alleyway, an idea struck him.  If he wanted to<i>play</i>, then there was no reason he had to be so forward about it.  Besides, he was curious as to the workings of the corrupt justice system and the way Dorian pulled the strings.  It would be interesting to see how it worked from the other side, and perhaps a rare opportunity to earn a good point on the lawyer’s soul in saving an innocent.<br/><br/>The fresh body provided enough evidence, stuffed into the locked trunk of one of his employees at Karmosinröd.  It didn’t take long before it was discovered.  The police came.  Kade was listening when the manager of the club was contacted by a panicked Jacob, the unfortunate bait for this little ruse, apologizing for not being able to come in to work on account of being held in jail, accused of murder.<br/><br/>Two days later, Kade strolled into law firm, black suit and sapphire blue tie, large sunglasses settled into place.  The hat on his head helped block more sunlight, but it was already irritating to his vampire skin.  Gloves saved his hands from the harsh rays.  It had only been during the last fifty years or so he’d been able to journey out on overcast days while taking such precautions.  Considering he was somewhere around a thousand, that was incredibly recent, and he rarely did it.  Figuring out the tolerance was a learning experience.  It was worth it, though, to set his plans into motion.