<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Coven - At the bar and then gone.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Marcus, Open<em>Mentioned:</em>Katherine and Dracula<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Salazar was sitting at the bar with a parchment, a well of blood, and a quill. Three empty mugs of O negative blood were to his right as he quickly scribbled down Katherine’s contract with a scowl. A dribble of blood was at the corner of his mouth having replenished his thirst in near haste. That was what he got for trying to save a young and hard-headed vampire with premature bloodlust. It almost seemed like she tried to drag anyone who was around her into an outrageous thirst.<br/><br/>“<em>¿Piensan que soy una niñera? Ese vampiro es un dolor en el culo. Debería haber la mató accidentalmente con mi cuchillo,</em>” Salazar irritably muttered to himself in Spanish.<br/><br/>He had to hurry. He wanted to finish the contract before they returned. Dipping the quill again, he drew some elaborate swirls where the fledgling was to sign in her own blood and quickly stood from his stool. He was going to leave the parchment there to dry. He assumed that Dracula knew how to do the rest. It wasn’t like it had been their first time binding one to the Rose.<br/><br/>Facing the room, he glanced to Marcus if he was still around and apologized, “I am sorry, my friend, that I could not stick around. I must leave. There are some things that I must research.”<br/><br/>The White Wolf had interested him. He didn’t think that he would ever show himself so openly, and at the same time, he found it confusing. Why had he wanted them to find him? What had he wanted with Katherine? He was going to have to find his answers in the dirtiest crevices of the city.<br/><br/>With a gust of wind, the vampire vanished.