The scent was much stronger now. Whoever it was had been there for some time now. With a soft sigh he began to slowly scan the building, looking for the best entrance. Windows and doors were barred and nailed down for most buildings, other than those controlled by the hunters. Many were simply abandoned, but if someone was in there they had to have slipped in somewhere.<br/><br/>Taking his time to make sure no one was watching him in particular, he made his way around the building twice. There was a window that looked looser than the others, but he couldn't be sure without trying it. Once he started wrestling with it he was certain it would draw attention, but only if it didn't open immediately. It was a small side window, just above a few crates that allowed for easy access.<br/><br/>Quickly stepping up he gently grasped it and tugged, but it only budged a little. Pushing it forward again he could hear the sound of metal on metal, a hook keeping it closed. Carefully his fingers began to slide around the frame when her voice called out to him. Unfortunately he wasn't the only one to hear it.<br/><br/>Someone had happened to be walking by the alleyway just as she spoke, and they stopped and turned to see what was going on. They called out to him but he ignored them, still trying to find the latch. After several more moments the latch was pushed out of the way, just as the man jumped up onto the box beside him and took him by the shoulder.<br/><br/>"What's going on here, eh?" The young noble asked, dressed in well tailored clothes and ready for another night of celebration. The celebration of undeath.<br/><br/>It took him a moment to respond, hands holding the window slightly ajar. Finally he turned to him with a smile. "I found fresh one. If you keep this to yourself, we can share her." He spoke quietly as his eyes drifted to the other nobles that began to arrive, clearly friends of his.<br/><br/>"Oh really?" He replied, his eyes lighting up with greed. An older noble would never agree to such terms. Hiding or conserving one of the living was strictly against the rules. But for those who were freshly converted and still had a fire in their minds and bodies for blood, it was much harder to follow the rules.<br/><br/>"I'll catch up with you a little later yeah? Old friend of mine here." He waved on his friends who made some comments, but started walking on.<br/><br/>"After you." The cloaked figure said warmly, opening the window and gesturing for him to step in. "Be quiet though, she's still asleep." He spoke a little louder.<br/><br/>