Cain was sitting near the front of the cathedral. He was drifting between being awake and sleep when he smelled familiar blood. "Yes I smell it, don't you smell it too? It has been centuries but do not doubt me! I may be mistaken but that is highly improbable..." Cain sat there in silence for a moment. He was hoping the door would open. He craved blood very badly and he longed to be free. "Centuries have passed my friend. Day after day after day until time became meaningless, even after I met you my dear friend. Have some hope that this endless torment will end soon, I know you are as bored as I. You are right, we do need to feed it has been far too long. But most importantly we must get away from IT." Cain fell silent and awaited the opening of the cathedral door.