Had Gregory known that his Mistress had planned to leave him in charge of her playground while she was away he may not have answered her call so quickly. He had never been fond of the little town but, it had once been his home. When Elizabeth had first turned him it had been lush and overflowing with life, but it had all been cut short and dried up by the six fledglings she had released into the streets one night after having kept them locked up hunger  driving each of them to wits end.  Now as he walked the streets of the ghost town he was eager to find the newest deliveries. He had been ordered to introduce each of the new deliveries into the game.<br/>Although no one every really won the game but him and the others of the blood line, it was fun to watch the little mice scurry about thinking that they stood a chance. As he walked down the main drag he headed towards the normal drop zone in the East, a few blocks away he noticed a shadow moving his way so, stopping in the light of the moon he waited for the man to notice him, there wasn't anything that automatically painted him as the demonic creature most people thought vampyres were. He was roughly 6'2" Black  hair in shaggy locks and dark brown eyes, he was pale but not deathly white he just looked like he didn't get out much. Tonight he had dressed down in a pair of black tennis shoes and dark jeans with a fitted tee and hood-less jacket.