<i>Just to keep yourself.</i>It was the golden rule Drake preferred to live by ESPECIALLY ever since he was turned. Often times he had to stop and consider himself lucky that he was still able to go out in the day time. Harsh and bright sunlight was not something he could tolerate well which is why he preferred the very damp and usually overcast weather of Seattle. He had settled there a while ago and that didn't mean it would last as nothing ever seemed to. Drake steered clear of the local coven despite their best efforts to recruit him but he had led a more lonely existence when he was a human and he didn't see why that should change now as trust had become more and more of an issue over time.<br/><br/>That didn't stop things from going wrong for him and there have been run ins with people determined to disturb his routine. Of course getting a steady blood supply wasn't easy, drinking blood bags couldn't be done all the time so blood from humans had to be taken from time to time. It helped that he landed a gig as a night janitor at the local state run hospital, so lots of patients and more overwhelmed nurses. He did his best to take them from coma patients or someone that society deemed more of a discard but that didn't mean that people, people like him in his previous life, would come after him whenever they got the chance. Luckily enough it was winter time and he could go out during the day making him far less suspicious even if he was doing so in shades.<br/><br/>His routine had him still exposed to society and even if most of his routine was nocturnal with his job matching it but he liked to swing by his favorite bar before work. The place had an old Irish pub feel and he could sit off in the corner where the staff didn't talk to him much and it wasn't exactly a hook up place. Other vampires didn't usually tread here when there was still daylight and it was mostly dead in those hours anyways. Drinking didn't do much for him  since the changes but it was nice to order a pint and blend in for the time as the sun set and he would start to feel more like himself. Drake wasn't terribly big about 5'8" with a wiry frame, glasses, and hair hat was streaked with premature gray. Age wasn't important now to him but he looked closer to 30 comfortably fitting in worn clothes that had once been fancy his face pale and with a few scars.<br/><br/>He had just been about to wrap up his evening and head his night shift at the job but he could just sense there would be trouble tonight. Call it a 6th sense even if he didn't think he could with the vampire powers he had been granted but maybe it was the left over human sense in the air.