Fain gathered his senses about him. The library was crammed full of people. The place stank and it made him desperately wish to run. He didn't want to be in here any longer. He walked out the front doors into the empty night. He sighed heavily. This place was often full of every species. He was only thankful it was empty. He hated the effect seclusion had on his senses, but he was hating the effect that being around so many humans, werewolves and other vampires was having even more. The humans made him hungry, the other vampires disgusted him, and the werwolves made him sneeze.<br/><br/>Fain would have laughed at his own thoughts, but he suddenly sensed he wasn't alone in this dark back alley. Someone else was around. Someone he didn't recognize. He paused and let his senses roam. Further out. Female. Werewolf. He sighed. Damnation. Even if this was a neutral world fights broke out here all the time. Even though technically everyone was suppose to be under oath to bring no violence. It still happened. His eyes narrowed. He didn't want a fight. He wanted food. Werewolves were not food.<br/><br/>He walked a little way and realized he was headed straight for the females location. He froze again. His eyes scanning the streets realizing he wasn't far from the medical complexes nearby. Often werewolves and vampires alike worked there. Not in harmony of course. There was always arguing and vampires refusing to treat werewolves and werewolves refusing to treat vampires. It was stupid really. It disgusted him like so many other thing. He waited certain the female werewolf had smelled him by now if not sooner then he had sensed her. Waited to see if she would step out and attack him. Certain he was really close to her now. He could feel her like a force pressing against him. It was unsettling, unnerving. It made him ready. Made him itch for the blade he kept at his side.