The moment the sun started to barely dip below the horizon he woke from his slumber, sleeping soundly in his plush bed.  Stretching languidly he worked his muscles awake and sat up, his stomach growling slightly at him in annoyance. Patting at the muscled frame he got up and went to the shower to relax as the warm water ran over his form, the muscles loosening from the full sleep.  He went over a mental list of a few tasks he wanted to accomplish before he left for the evening.  He did have a race to get to and he'd be damned if he'd miss it, after all his reputation was at stake.  He quickly washed himself off and sighed heavily once more as he turned off the hot water that had finally leached the cold from his bones.  Drying off he dressed in a thick towel as he went downstairs to prepare a small meal for himself before leaving for the night.<br/><br/>When he got down to the kitchen he poured himself a drink from the container in the refrigerator.  The thick red liquid filled the glass slowly, returning the container he pulled the business section out of the bundle taking a small sip from his glass he walked over to the heavily tinted windows.  They cost a small fortune to have created, but they provided enough protection against the painful light that he could enjoy the scene well enough while he read.  Pulling out his Blackberry he sent a message to his broker telling him to buy stock in a few things that caught his interest.  Finishing the glass in silence he stood to clean it in the sink and put it in the dishwasher before leaving for the evening as the sun had finally hid itself fully enough for him to drive.<br/><br/>He pulled out of the garage just in time to get a glance from one of his more bothersome neighbors.  Waving he quickly, and a bit noisily, sped out of the cul-de-sac and made his way to the highway in the silver Viper.  He listened to the smooth sounds of Sinatra as he drove, making him recall a far earlier time in his life.  The two of them had traveled quiet a great deal of the world and met with far more interesting people than most could even fathom.  But he'd truly enjoyed the time in Vegas.  Spending time with Sinatra, Martin and Davis were amongst his fondest memories.  That the group of them held to similar hours as he and his brother was a great help in that as well.<br/><br/>Shaking himself from his reverie he pulled into the race track that the group had rented out.  He returned the casual greetings of others as he waited for his turn to take a practice lap before the real race started.  After twenty or so minutes he got his turn, sliding behind the wheel and speeding down the track.  He didn't need the practice lap really.  After all he'd driven this track countless times in the last ten years since one of his many shell companies spent the money to develop the land for just this reason; and this is what he did on his few days of utter relaxation.<br/><br/>They lined up sometime later for the start of the race, the engines hummed and roared to life.  He revved his engine to life and sped off when the green light went up.  Everyone drove their sports cars hard around the course.  Grinning the whole time he cut through the pack of cars, pulling behind the lead car and sat in his wake for a while before pulling out, using the vacuum the other created to spur his car ahead quickly taking the lead and holding it for the rest of the ten lap race.  The group gathered together after the race, usually sharing a meal at an all-night diner to rib each other about the race.  Lan left early he had other plans for the night, he was exceedingly hungry.<br/><br/>The silver Viper sped down the road as the driver leaned back in the fine leather seats of the car, luxuriating in the speed of the vehicle.  The roads just off of the Strip at this time of night were perfect for just this sort of thing.  Normally he'd have to go far outside of Vegas to get to these speeds to just cruise down the highways even.  He smiled to himself, recalling a time not far long ago for him when he looked at the progenitors of the sleek vehicle he found himself in at the moment and laughed with his brother how the slow, laborious things would never replace the speed of a good steed.  He reached down and turned his music up, filling his mind with the music, and that's when it happened.<br/>The orange and white stripped cat stepped out in front of him, had it not been for his gifts given to him by his Sire, the animal would have become part of the grill.  Quickly he turned the wheel of the car, but far too sharply as the rubber of the tires lost its grip on the ground below it.  The car slid off to the right and slammed hard into a parked car causing it to flip over onto the roof and slide into another car, finally coming to a stop.  Lan groaned loudly trying to figure out why the world was upside down.  Looking over he saw the cat poking it's head into what was left of the side door window, purring loudly.  “Wh-what the fuck...goddamned critter...”  He reached down and hit the buckle release, not fully realizing until it was too late that he would fall.  Landing hard on his head and groaned loudly again.  Swearing he kicked his door sending it off it's hinges and down the road.  Slowly he crawled out of the wreckage that was once his favorite car and slowly stood up.  The blood trailed from the cut on his forehead until he wiped it away.<br/><br/>Suddenly he felt something brushing against his leg.  Looking down he saw the cat again.  “You are fucking kidding...look I didn't run you over, I don't need you teasing me after the fact...”  He grumbled as it walked off and then turned to him and called out.  “What...what the fuck do you want?”<br/><br/><em>I need you to follow me, you twit.</em><br/><br/>Lan looked slightly confused, “You're fucking kidding me...”<br/><br/><em>No, I'm not.  I need your help, now come on, I'm not sure how much longer she has...</em><br/><br/>He stared at it once more, “I'm dead...I mean really dead.  That's gotta be it...really cause cats don't talk...”  he grumbled to himself as he just followed the animal quickly.<br/><br/>After a while longer he came out of an alleyway and saw the girl under the trailer of a diesel.<em>She's dying, help her.</em><br/><br/>“Do what?”  Lan said, looking at the animal incredulously.<br/><br/><em>You can't be this dumb, just bite her and get it over with.  I'd prefer her not to be dead.</em><br/><br/>“This can't be real...” he groaned looking at her, his hunger rising far too quickly.  “Fine...I could use a light snack.”  He leaned down after he pulled her from the underside of the trailer.  His fangs came out as he got closer to her neck and he sunk his teeth into her jugular.  Her blood tasted odd to him, not like anything he's ever tasted before.  Quickly he drank her to near to her end and he pulled away and bit his wrist, holding it over her mouth tightly instinct drove her to drink from him.  It was an odd feeling, he'd never sired anyone before.  He pulled back when he felt light headed and sat roughly down on the ground, pulling out his Blackberry he flipped to his brother's number and hit dial.