He spent the rest of the night there; trying to avoid Elder Serah after their first encounter and attempting find Malcolm. It took some time, but eventually he found the other in an obscure corner of one of the parlors. They talked for a bit, mentioning the increased activity with the hunters and going over the problems with their own increased numbers. Too many of them in one city, that explained the hunters. Malcolm barely avoided a confrontation on the way there.<br/><br/>"You look like you barely managed to here yourself," said Malcolm, the younger of the two. He shorter and blonde, but far thicker built than his tall, dark, willowy counterpart. "Have a run from one of the slayers?"<br/>He got a shrug for an answer, Lazarus wouldn't have called it running. He was leading the game, which he planned to start the next night. He was still thinking of where to hide the next clue of if he would try to sneak it into her pockets. It would be far to suspicious to give the letter to some one and ask them to deliver it to her.<br/><br/>"No, rather...I lead the chase," he answered finally. "Playing a game with this one. I think it'll be fun for a change...." Then his eyes caught onto one of the humans at the party. A pale looking girl with a simple black sleeveless dress to reveal her smooth neck and tiny wrists. He excused himself from his friend and approached her. She looked ready to pass out, apparently having already been the meal for a few others, but she was still obliged to feed him as well. One or two of them would die before they got a chance to join their numbers, all because they were too stupid to say 'no'. There was no obligation to be kept, only what they felt they needed to do and that never included risking their health and lives. This girl was one of the stupid ones though and he was willing to drink her to death if she was willing to let him. He sat her on the sofa in a lounge and took his share from her slender wrist. She did pass out in the end, looking even paler than before. He rolled eyes wondering how humans never seemed to realize their limits.<br/><br/>Nothing else seemed to be happening and he could find no one that would tell him there would be any announcements or actual business to be attended to, so he took his leave. Getting back into his little car and driving away from the mansion to his own home in a gated community of the city. There were two other vampires living in the area with about six human families as well. His house a large Victorian style home with bay windows and a wraparound patio. Really he was just watching it for another friend who decided to spend the summer elsewhere. The door was locked and the windows were still intact, so he assumed everything was still fine as he came inside. The sun would be up soon. To the basement he went, where it was furnished as a windowless bedroom.